S M O K E

9. Introductions

My feet were walking across the road
before I could stop myself
the street was busier than usual
and I had almost no time to think about what the fuck I was doing

Soon Ink was only mere metres away from me
She wasn't wearing sunglasses today
she wasn't paying me any attention
actually I'm not even sure she knew I was there

"Can I have a cigarette?"
my voice despite being nervous wasn't unsteady
Ink blinked up at me
under a veil of white smoke

Her dark eyes were surveying me slowly
looking me up and down
from my slightly curling hair
to my torn Vans

I, in turn, took the time to look at her
"What makes you think I have any more?"
meeting her eyes, I raise my brow
"because I've been watching you across the road for days now, Ink."
I couldn't stop my tongue from running

"And I know that a girl like you would carry more than one cigarette"
without answering she delved into the pocket of her leather jacket
and pulled out a fresh stick