he was struggling with addiction, she was struggling with keeping a facade. They were cigarettes and coffee- bad for you, but completely addictive.
“Where are you headed,” she asked him, taking a sip of hot coffee.
She didn't expect him to answer her back, and he didn't want to answer her back. But for some reason, he did so anyways.
“Chicago,” he muttered softly, taking a deep drag off of his cigarette, “you?”
She smiled lightly, “Arizona.”