the air holds a distinct chill, smoke mingling with the fog of his breath, but it doesn’t seem to affect him despite his open jacket ; his cigarette is held steady between long fingers, a black-polished thumbnail flicking the end to let ashes fall. orange headphones are fixed firmly over his ears, head bobbing slightly as should i stay or should i go by the clash blares through the speakers. the music is enough of a distraction that he doesn’t notice another’s presence at first, but her voice makes its way through the music, and dae blinks, pushing his headphones down around his neck as he turns to look at the girl. it takes a moment for her words to process, but as soon as they do, he’s fumbling in his pocket with his free hand.
❛ shit, uh — yeah. here it is. ❜ a white lighter covered in sharpie doodles is produced, with a triumphant smile. ❛ lemme get that for you, doll. ❜ he pushes off the wall, leaning forward to light her smoke, hand cupped around the flame to keep it from blowing out.