8.00am appointment

Paddy is dragging his feet. He has an 8.00am appointment. 
He knows he has to go. At the same time he wishes he didn't have to. The clock over there tells him it's almost time, there is no escaping its dial. Time's up for denial. 
Paddy will light one last fag, and go to his 8.00am appointment. 
The gull follows him. Close but not too close. Ready to pounce on a crumb. 
What's that he's taking out of his breast pocket? A pack of ciggies...
Disappointment.