The wisps of smoke dance and hang in the air as he plays with it in his mouth before letting it escape through his teeth and lips into the unusually warm evening for Autumn in Paris. His mind is engaged and his thought holds his hand captive for a moment. Pausing for an air of control, or unconsciously doing so, as his mind conjures up a counterargument to the philosophy his friend just put forward. The glass cola bottle tickles the senses of his fingertips, sending ever so slight sensations of cold into his nervous system. The soft light floods out onto the scene, and he feels empowered in the moment. Staring at his cigarette waiting for his turn to speak, he is content.