Katsuro was one of those types that smoke while eating. He knew that he wouldn't taste much if he was smoking but old habits die hard. he left the last piece of bread in the paperbag next to him on the bench and leaned back. Blowing a circle of smoke to the grey sky. It didn't looke like rain although the sun probably won't show itself today. Maybe it was alright to drop his guard just a little bit while enjoying the weather.