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"Would it be terrible of me to ask for a hit?" I take a step forward

He doesn’t turn to look at me He doesn’t see when I stepped outside and he’s used to others co here

He merely stretches his hand out, silent, and I see his forearm and the masculine veins there because maybe he works out

I walk forward to where he leans over, looking at the city "It’s my first day here"

"Treat it just like any other day and you’ll be fine"

I start at the deep voice I take the cigarette fro the smoke when I feel hiht sun streaks throughout and a pair of eyes that are unsettlingly intense stare fixedly at ed with dark, spiky lashes, and above theht dark eyebrows The rest of the features acco the could be both this ant and a , a jaith perfect hard lines, a little scruff on it--but not a lot--and lips that make

So stop staring

"Iuh"

They start to dance, those eyes

"Do you want to light one?" His voice is nals to the nearly extinguished cigarette, reaching into the inner pocket of his shirt to pull out a pack, and with a movement flicks open the top

I’irlfriend This is one friend I’ on arette between his lips, lights it, takes a drag, and hands it over toout a cloud of s

I take it, place it between my lips, and inhale I exhale the smoke out slowly "Thank you" I stay where I ahts"

He turns and shifts his shoulder, eyeing me in curiosity now "Any reason you’re here, other than masochishts keeps s start to seehest place I can find and everything else feels ivesunexpectedly as he plucks the cigarette fro ashtray nearby as he says, "Come here, seriously, I won’t let you fall"