premise: Not yet , at least . It seems like the only thing that can warm me up is the comforting burn of nicotine . I pull a fresh cigarette out of my overcoat pocket , placing it in between my chapped lips . Fishing a lighter out of the same pocket , I shielded the delicate flame from a passing gust of icy wind , lighting the cigarette . Why did the writer shield the flame from the gust of wind ?
hypothesis: Because they placed a cigarette in between their chapped lips .