"Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads." he said, the sun igniting his loose blonde curls

"I... didn't say anything about roads. Are you quoting a book?" the skinny girl responded.

"actually it was a movie.." he said as smoke spiraled listlessly from his half burned cigarette his stomach lurching with nicotine nausea. He braced himself against the shining marble countertop and took a long inhale of clean air conditioned air.

"Sir... I don't think you can smoke that in here."