She sat on the window sill with her foot propped up on the radiator. She exhaled, and the smoke came billowing out of her pursed lips. There was no style or grace to it; she couldn’t be bothered with little things like that.

“I’m going to quit.”
“You’ve said that before.”
“And I’ll say it again, so get off my back.”

I didn’t care about her. Not enough to make her stop. She was just some girl I slept with from time to time. She exhaled again.

“Baby steps, ya know?”
“I know…baby steps.”