overheard outside the tent in the quad:

“I’m not fond of speaking, so you do the talking. What do you do? Tell me about yourself.” She said then he lit her cigarette with a ninety-nine cent lighter he pulled out of a tuxedo pocket. It was obvious that they had been flirting over their cocktails; it would have been awkward for them not to.
“That’s what I do for a living, talk;” he said, “I don’t really feel like speaking either.” So they stood there in the frigid winds under a dripping maple tree and silently smoked their cigarettes.