"You should stop, you know, I hate smokers." He emphasized on the latter.
"Then hate me." Sighed the dark figure as he tossed the dying match over his shoulder, as if to spite, and walked away with his head hidden in haze. Ellis scowled, but also smiling, at the half-burnt match left behind right before him.
For my mini-comic.
Beyond this point, everything is of my own speculation.