Continuing to roll back in forth in his chair as he waited for the waitress to come back, he tapped his fingers against his knee in a random beat. Looking around at the majoirty of the people, he didn't see Mello on his first glance. Tipping his head back and closing his eyes, he waited; slightly tempted to get up and start walking towards the train stop. He normally had no patience to speak of, and that was stretched thin on the fact he hadn't had a cigarette in God knew how long.

Practically falling out of his chair when he heard Mello's voice, he recovered quickly, airborn chairlegs slamming down onto the pavement. Staring at him for a second, gaze lowered to the cigarettes on the table. He was, quite obviously, beside himself at the fact of what Mello had brought him.

Matt fought the urge to launch himself from the chair and pounce on his best mate, opting to snag a cigarette from the carton instead. Rummaging in his vest and producing a lighter, he lit the end, taking a long drag off of it that burned his throat. He didn't care. The bitter taste of nicotine filled his mouth and Matt felt like he could die again, and that'd be just fine with him. Well, sort of.

Blowing the smoke out away from Mello, he grinned. "Thanks, kitten. I appreciate it." He gave a half-assed salute with the hand that held the cigarette before slumping back into his chair again.