Meursault is sitting on a bench in a local park, smoking a cigarette with a stoic expression. His mother has just been buried. The park is more than crowded, all of the benches are taken and the loud chanting of the birds who crave to be fed can give the healthiest man a migraine

Suddenly a girl sits next to him. He looks over, and blows the smoke at her unconsciously

“Would you do me a favour, mon ange, and smoke with me?”