Marcus was half asleep, not really listening to their windbag of a teacher. His sleep was interrupted by a paper plane landing on his desk, 'who still writes this way?' he thought looking around. He saw Luna look back at him and he let a smirk cross his face. Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out the mostly full pack of cigarettes, the one he'd been smoking was nearly done so he put it out on the desk. Marcus turned the paper over and wrote on the back.<br/><br/>"sure why not, stop. no payment necessary, stop. but how about a date some time?, stop"<br/><br/>He was partly making fun of her old timey note, but taped a cigarette to the back of the paper and tossed it to her.<br/><br/>He looked over the room and saw a beautiful girl sat not too far from him, he smiled too her and tipped his hat forward. "thanks" he said, "I'm Marcus, your new I see" Marcus knew every girl in class and he'd never met this girl. He could smell the cigarette smoke coming off her and felt his pocket, 'I could spare one more' he thought tossing one of the cigarettes to her.