Smokin

After two days on the sofa, I was becoming stir crazy. And as the earlier supermarket mission had been aborted, I needed fresh provisions. There's a limit on how long baked beans can hold my interest, and the tins of peas had all been used as ice packs. And I needed a blip - street photography indoors is tricky.

For some reason, he caught my eye. 
I asked if I could snap him on his fag break. Look nonchalant, I said. Pretend you've not noticed me. 
I might also have mumbled something about being a talent scout for a model agency.