James sat at the bar, watching a girl disappear into the dancing crowd. He wore no emotion on his face to conceal the fact that he hated himself at that very moment. Undoubtedly red, his cheek still stung from her slap. A quick scan of the room was all it took to find a “No Smoking” sign. James would have respected it, but after the scene that went down he needed to smoke. The only problem- the girl had taken his lighter earlier that evening. He turned to the nearest person, already taking a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. “YOU GOT A LIGHT?”
“I have a lighter” She replied simply. Winnie always carried a lighter, it was a habit more than anything - especially since Noah always seemed to be taking hers. But after the display she just witnessed the end of, she wasn’t exactly sure whether the guy deserved it. Instead she sipped on her drink, trying to test the brunette’s patience. “Need some ice for that cheek? Because i’m pretty sure you just got burned”











