Marian was out enjoying this beautiful day in Altelia City when suddenly, someone called out to him. He turned around and before him he found a beautiful woman with long, black hair.
“Hey there, honey. How can I help you? Oh–!” When he noticed the cigarette tucked between the girl’s fingers, his friendly expression turned into one of concern due to his nature as a doctor, then one of endearment due to his fond memories of the past. Marian had smoked too, once upon a time. It didn’t last too long due to his concern with his complexion, but he had friends who continued to smoke – who probably still smoke to this day. He knew the look on her face all too well. An unfamiliar face with a cigarette in their hand and an expression of hopefulness: this lady needed a light.
“tsk, tsk, tsk…” Marian said, winking at the young woman as he waved a finger in the air. “Smoking is bad for you, you know? Why subject your body to something as harmful as cigarettes, especially for someone as beautiful as you?”
He paused for a moment, remembering the days when he smoked and not a single soul had a light on them. It was frustrating – infuriating even.
Keeping his friendly smile, Marian rummaged through his pockets to unearth an antiqued zippo lighter – a keepsake if you will, from an old friend. He remembered his friend’s words exactly: “Marian, this is a very special lighter. I’m giving it to you because I know you wouldn’t lose it like you’ve lost the cheap ones you’re always buying and then begging for a damn light. Don’t lose this lighter!”
Marian never did lose that lighter. It held too much sentimental value. Even after he’d quit, he continued to carry it with him everywhere he went. He never thought he’d be using it again though, not until today.
He struck his delicate finger against the flint wheel, and the smell of fluid rose from the lighter. After several attempts, a small but determined flame awoke. He held the flame out to the beautiful woman so that she could light her cigarette.
“As a doctor, I can’t say that I approve but I won’t sit here and lecture you. After all, I used to smoke myself. I know how frustrating it can be to look for a light when you need it.”
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