Emma smiled but there was no warmth or humour behind it.
"Well you see that's where you and me ar different mate." She replied sitting down. She took a moment to light a cigarette and take a long drag before continuing. "I'm not happy, I haven't been happy in months, and I don't like who I am." She exhaled the smoke watching the cloud drift lazily towards the ceiling.
"And I don't like talking about myself much..." She added. "But I do like listening, so how 'bout it love? Give us another story?"