He sat there fiddling with it. His expression changed to one of great concentration as held the button down until his thumb started to burn, he had to let go.
Trying again, he sucked hard at the stub of the cigar, moving the flame around the chunk of ash sitting at the end of it. His father had told him the extra ash serves to cool the smoke entering your mouth, making the experience more pleasant, it was just a matter-of-fact observation, not an intentional lesson on cigar smoking. The ash seemed to be interfering but Isaiah just figured he was doing it wrong, he stopped for a moment to look around.
As could be expected, there was no one in the parking lot. He thought to himself if there was, he would look at his cellphone or watch, just to let people know he was waiting for someone. This wasn't entirely true however, he was hardly waiting, he could care less (he supposed) if she showed up, he could probably enjoy himself just as much sitting here. He went to dig out some of the ash, sick of it impeding his progress. This turned out to be a bad idea, he drew his hand back and almost dropped the cigar stub as he burned his finger. Dumbass, he thought.
Isaiah looked up again and she was pulling in, almost bottoming out on the dips and bumps marking the far end of the parking lot. He stood and raised his hand to signal his whereabouts. Worried about looking too enthusiastic, he yanked his hand back down, faster than when he burned himself. The car came to a stop in the middle of the parking lot at a haphazard angle. She got out, at first hidden behind her mother's Saab, she strolled towards the field with her head down, as if it were much colder than it actually was. Isiah thought to himself, "I wonder what she was listening to in there."
