Steven Dixon and Jeo's conversation finally came to an end, leaving Jeo a bit more at ease.
His hand, slightly trembling, reached into his pocket and pulled out a worn-out pack of cigarettes, giving it a slight shake to reveal two sticks. He took out one with his calloused hand and offered it to Steven. "Fancy a smoke?"
The price tag on this pack was peanuts. What Steven usually smoked were special, high-grade cigarettes that smelled way better than these. These cheap smokes would normally never make their way into his hands.
But at that moment, Steven didn't snub it. He took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it up. After just one puff, he was coughing and choking from the harsh smoke.
Jeo also lit up his cigarette and took a drag. "Not to your taste?"
Steven frowned. "If you're into smoking, I can get you the good stuff next time. Don't smoke this cheap crap—it's bad for you."d2
Jeo casually flicked off the ash. "I've been smoking these for decades. I'm used to the strong taste. I can't really get into the other ones."
Steven tried another puff, but still couldn't stand the taste. He couldn't understand why anyone would enjoy smoking these. "Habits can be a real bitch."
Out of the blue, Jeo asked, "So, are you used to having Hannah as your wife, or is there another reason you want to get back together with her?"
Steven blinked. "Cigarettes and people are different. You can't compare them like that."
Jeo pressed on, "What's the difference?"
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