Writer's pov

Gibson's bar & steakhouse… (Chicago)

Henry sat in a chair, at the farther end of the restaurant.. with a cigarette in his hand.

Even though, he's sitting next to the window, but he's still hidden from everyone's eyes…

But he can clearly see anyone, that comes in or goes out of the restaurant from where he's sitting.

He balanced his cigarette stick between his lips… and sucked in a good amount of smoke.

Seconds later, he puffed some smoke ...