Who Am I Anymore? - Chapter 4

His office is cold and smells of smoke.
I shivered, "Ugh, do you ever bother to clean up around here?"
The smoke must've obliterated my small moment of showing my real self. I was back to normal, icy-cold Cee. And it better stay that way.
"Sorry, bad habits are hard to kill…" Gabriel nodded, lighting yet another source of the musty, awful smell.
I coughed, clenching my chest, "Unfortunately, those ones DO kill."
He looked at me in a way he hasn't before. Was it… actual concern?
"Are… you ok?" He questioned.
"Fine, peachy, couldn't be better." I replied in a curt manner.
The look escalated. Now I was sure this was concern.
"You don't sound fine…"
"It's the smoke, ok?!" I snapped, "I have bad reactions to it."
"O-Oh." He sighed, "If this is an issue…"
"No, by all means continue smoking!" I snarled and sat on the dusty, dirty couch.
He sat next to me and laid the cigarette in the ashtray, "Hey… Look, we got off on bad footing…"
"Just shut up." I growled, "It's all an act, what you do."
"I-…"
Good. Cold, mean, hateful Cee. He's at a loss for words. That's good.
Because that is who I am.
It's who I always have been, and always will be.