Donna heard a faint 'shit' escape the lips of a stranger behind her. She quickly gasped and turned her head to see whom would be out in the cemetery. She could have sworn it was empty just moments before. She looked over the man that walked towards where she was seated.
He’d asked for a cigarette… but she was in awe. His hair, his suit, the way he walked with his hands tucked away in his pockets. It was as if he had come from her imagination. “I— Yes, actually. I do.”
Digging through her vintage pink purse, she pulled out a pack and tapped one out, not bothering to stand, but simply scooting over to allow the stranger to sit. She continued to stare, but quickly averted her gaze. To test her theory of him being from her imagination, a man only her dreams could conjure, she lifted a cigarette to her own lips, and waited for him to light it for her.
That was how it was, back then. Men were more chivalrous then, had more mannerisms than now. This seemed so surreal. His presence gave her a chill, but she shook the feeling to smile softly at him, just as she would at any other person in Bentley, keeping the cigarette between her red lips.
Her eyes shown at him & his smile widened as his inquiry was answered. "Thank you." He said simply as he took what was offered & debated internally for a moment whether or not he should sit. When she shifted a cigarette of her own between her teeth, Gabriel sat, immediately reaching for the lighter inside his jacket. He could very much feel the woman's eyes on him throughout the ritual but he didn't comment or mind as he flicked the flame to life. Protecting the frail flame with his other hand, Salinger leant closer, bringing it right up to the tip of her cigarette & swaying back only when the end began to glow. He hadn't wasted a second in lighting her cigarette & with an appreciation of what was to come, he lit his own before returning the silver lighter to an inner pocket. Leaning back against the back of the bench as he drew in a breath, he turned his attention back to the woman. He looked at her carefully, tilting his chin up to breathe smoke but his eyes didn't leave her. "So, what's a woman like you doing out here at this time of night?" He asked. "Dead husband?" He inquired, inclining his head towards the graveyard behind them.
















