a faint ‘ fuck ’ managed to escape their lips, the cigarette hanging loosely at the corner of their mouth. hands fumbled around their pockets for a lighter, but the missing bump in their jeans seem to have caught them off guard. of course, they could only blame themselves — no better way to start the morning than without a good smoke. the brunette stood on the sidewalk lazily until they spoke to the first person they saw within earshot. “ hey – i know this might sound weird, but d'you think you have a lighter on you by chance ? i got no clue where mine is. ”

















