Eva finishes her cigarette and stomps it out, giving out a small cough as she does. The colder it got, the less she found herself wanting to smoke, but she had already mentally begun to refer to herself as a smoker, and didn't think that she would be able to stop now that she had started. Or at least that's what she told herself. The idea of quitting - even without a real addiction - made her feel like a failure as a smoker, and therefore a failure as a grown adult who can make adult choices in life - like choosing to do something potentially physically damaging. Every time she walked up to the counter of a convenient store or grocery and said, "Marlboro Red 100's, please," and then flashed her ID to the store worker, she felt that she was proving that she was no longer under the eyes of her parents, and her own human being. And if she were to quit smoking, she would no longer have a way to prove that. Upon this self-realization of why she felt the need to smoke without a physical dependency on it, Eva lit another cigarette as a celebratory smoke. Why not? She was ten minutes early to the bookstore that she and Jimmy were supposed to meet at, it wasn't the coldest day of the month, and she was completely wrapped head-to-toe in the cashmere winter collection that her parents had bought her her senior year of high school. As of this moment, catching a cold was the least of her worries, and that's more than enough reason to have a second cigarette.

Eva sees Jimmy get out of his car and gives him one of those half-waves you give when it's cold outside and you want to keep all of your extremities close to the core of your body at all times. "Hey, what's up?" She asks as she lets this cigarette fall to the ground as her last one did and she stomps it out as well. "Cold as balls, huh?"

Eva laughs softly and then nods her head towards the bookstore. "Let's go inside. My nose is about to freeze off my face," she says before turning towards the door and heading inside. The warmth of the bookstore hits her immediately, making her give out a sigh of satisfaction as she begins to feel her face again. She turns around to Jimmy and smiles, feeling much more human than she did before in the cold. "What have you been up to lately?"

Eva picks up a book off of the shelf as Jimmy speaks, skimming the words and she listens to him. She raises her eyes over the cover and watches him as he speaks with confusion in his voice. With as much time as Eva and Jimmy had spent with each other, it was obvious to probably both of them that they really didn't know as much about each other as one would think they should after this long. His confusion equaled hers. "What do you mean?" She asks, looking back to the pages of the book and skimming the words again as she speaks. "You sound like you're describing my whole college experience. So many new people, so many new topics of conversation, and I didn't understand a single word of it. That's why I quit." She grins a little and then puts down the book, giving him a shrug. "Adventures? Not so much. I don't come by adventures as much as I used to anymore. Right now, an adventure to me is finding the money to buy new clothes and not feel guilty about it." She giggles again. She oddly liked having to search for the money to spend on unnecessary things, like new clothes when she already had a closet full of perfectly good ones. It was so unlike her upbringing, which made it all the more enjoyable.

Eva laughs when Jimmy tries to explain himself, even though the explanation was still just as confusing as the original concept. She still smiles, however. It was attractive, the way that he spoke. He sounded lost and confused, but still sure enough of himself to say it out loud. It wasn't something Eva could put her finger on exactly, but she wouldn't mind hearing him speak for hours. "You should take me on one of your adventures sometime then," she says back, putting down the book and meeting his eyes again. "We've been on enough of my shopping adventures together. It's your turn."

Eva grins. "Aw, I'm not among your asshole and weirdo friends? How disappointing," she says back, eyeing the book that Jimmy's reading. "Are you Jewish?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah? Then what kind of friend am I? What sub-genre of friendship do I fall into?" Eva asks, laughing. She smiles and shakes her head. "You don't think you're Jewish? It's not a hard question, Jimmy. Do you know what taharat ha-mishpachah is? Because if you do, you're Jewish. Automatically Jewish."