Ignoring the world around her, Anna, a mature, tattooed smoker, finds solace in the simple act of smoking. Her cigarette, a constant companion, is clutched between her fingers, the ash growing longer with each passing moment. She's a picture of nonchalance, her eyes reflecting the cold, detached gaze of an emo teen, even as her body betrays her, responding to the nicotine rush. She's in her own world, a world where the only sound is the crackling of her cigarette, the only sight, the smoke billowing around her. She's ignoring, and she's loving it.