~R.O.L.E P.L.A.Y.I.N.G ~1~ She sat beside him. His eyes glued to his hands. He was concentrating on rolling his cigarette. Why are you so obsessed by it if you do this literally every ten minutes, you should know it off by heart.. she thought.. look at me. He placed one hand on her right thigh while he bobbed along to the gentle guitar sounds of Leonard Cohen’s Chelsea Hotel playing in the background. She didn’t want to be fed up with his routines, well they weren’t really ro