Luck of the draw, really. The city's big enough and our numbers are small enough that I rarely run into anyone either.

[ Once the cigarette is pressed to her lips, Kim takes his lighter from out of his pocket - a nice, solid metal lighter that's clearly seen plenty of use - and lights it up for her. Another time, he'd probably be stingier with his cigarettes, but here? They're all free. To share is a nice gesture, but nearly entirely without meaning.

Still, Kim won't say no to a little company. It's awfully quiet out here, after all. Jarringly so, with nary a mosquito buzzing nor a bird calling. ]

Couldn't sleep?