Looking into the other face cemented whatever odd, unsettled feeling Eddie had for him. Odd, and unsettled...but not bad. Infact, sort of the opposite of bad.

Except he wasn't sure why he felt that way, and this was New York, full of the nicest assholes on earth. And if he didn't figure out some reason to talk to him, he was just going to look like the latter.

So he feel back on the default.

"Got a cigarette?"