James was perturbed. At least that’s how he’d have described himself, if he could be bothered to think about his state of mind.
A freshly rolled joint bounced between his lips as he patted his pockets and cursed to himself. It took a good three minutes before he gave in, acknowledging that he’d forgotten to pack his lighter.
‘Well, shit’ he muttered, tucking his prize back into his jacket pocket and beginning the long trek back to his apartment on the other side of town.