Duncan Vizla x Male reader

Ink on Cigarette

Living in a remote town in Montana prompted a peaceful life. Peacefulness is something that fulfills your boring life. Nothing exciting ever happens, but then again what did you expect. You're a simple sales associate at the local bookstore. Working at a bookstore isn't impressive but you enjoyed your job there. It wasn't a difficult job and you were never really bored.

You sat behind the cash register filling out logs and reviewing book orders. As you were doing your daily tasks you heard a customer walk in.

"Remember, eye contact is important to a customer because not only can it create a connection between you and the customer, but it also assures you have acknowledged their presence."  You've always kept that in mind every time you interact with a customer, since it was the first piece of advice your boss told you. You understand the struggle of running a business, so treating it with utmost importance is necessary.

"Hi there," you greeted the customer with a smile.

"Hello," he returned the greeting.

You returned to your current work, but you couldn't help but look back. This customer was an alluring man. He wasn't aware of that fact and you certainly weren't going to be the one to bring it to his attention. You knew he wasn't from around here either, because he didn't have the same look as everyone else around here did...

He stared at the man behind the counter. He looked very ordinary, and boring. He looked the same as everyone else did, yet, he couldn't help but wonder. He didn't know what he was thinking about when he saw him.

Every time you would glance up at him, he would already be looking at you. Every single time you made eye contact with him your face would flush from the awkwardness that arose. You stopped looking up after a while because you didn't want to come off as rude. He walked around the store for a bit until he finally found what he needed. He walked up to the cash register and placed a single book on the counter.

"Hi, are you finding everything okay so far?"

"Yes."

He is very straightforward and usually you would appreciate that, but you wanted to know more about him. You thought this interaction would have been more interesting or thrilling, but were you expecting anything to turn out differently today, with him?

Yes, yes you did. You were expecting anything but the ordinary. You couldn't help but want something different.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" You asked, reaching for the money he had placed on the counter.

"No, thank you."

"You're welcome, have a good day," you said as you handed him his receipt. You watched him leave, and he glanced at you before finally leaving the store. You let out a sigh as if you had been holding your breath. He was so interesting, not only that, but he was also entrancing. You couldn't get him out of your mind. You knew you would eventually get over him, but for now, obsessing over this man didn't seem too bad. This was the most exciting your life ever gets.

Your shift ended and you went to your car. You leaned against your car as you lit a cigarette. You didn't smoke, and you weren't sure why you had this habit. Whether it be the smell or just the view of watching the cigarette burning, it gave you a sense of comfort. Once it stopped burning you just put it out in the snow.

"You don't smoke?" You heard a distinct voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"Hello, stranger." You spoke in your usual manner.

He waited for his shift to end. He knew he shouldn't get involved with anyone, especially so soon after, but he could do what he wanted to do.

"What a shame. I thought you normally greeted people the same way out of the workplace." He said with his lip quirking up in a smile.

"Well, here I thought you didn't smile." You scoffed giving him a smug grin.

"Very funny." He said with a suitable cold, demeanor as he took a couple of steps toward you. You watched him as he leaned on your car, right beside you.

"What's your name?" You spoke up. You watched as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. You reached for your lighter, lighting it in front of him, watching him lean forward. He puffed out a cloud of smoke before he finally spoke up.

"Who's asking?" he paused to look over at you. You didn't stare at him, but you certainly kept your eyes on him.

"I am."

"Very interesting, and who exactly are you?"

"Y/N," You told him your name as he finished smoking. He took out another cigarette.

"You got a pen?"

"Uhh shit yeah, hold on," You scrambled to the passenger side of your car searching the glove box for a pen. After finding one you went back and handed it to him.

"Got it. Here's the pen," You handed him the pen and he started writing on it.

He returned the pen.

"Thank you," he said in a gruff voice.

"Mhm, no problem," you said while you threw the pen into your car.

The both of you just stood there about a minute more, getting colder by the second.

He handed you the cigarette he wrote on.

"Do you want it?"

You took it into the palm of your hands, concealing it from the outside. You knew it was a mistake, taking the cigarette. Nevertheless, you glanced down and saw an arrangement of numbers on it. You should have declined it but his gaze made you feel astray. You weren't easily influenced by others, but this man was changing that matter of fact.

He turned to walk away, and the crunch of the snow on the side of the road snapped you out of your own thoughts.

"I never got your name," You said turning to him, hoping that he would tell you.

"You'll get my name, eventually." He walked away without saying goodbye. He didn't enter a car or turn down another road, he just kept walking.

You got into your car and drove home. You couldn't wrap your head around what had just happened. You still know nothing about him: except for the fact that he smokes, and probably owns a dog. Your grip on the cigarette tightened. 

When you got home you threw your keys on the kitchen counter. You lay on the couch staring at this fucking cigarette. You grabbed your phone and saved his number in your contacts, putting his name as 'cigarette.' You didn't know his name and that's all you could remember him as.

You did your usual evening routine - if you could even call it a routine - and went to sleep.

He had the man on his mind for the rest of the day. He wasn't sure how he felt about him. He didn't make him feel any type of way, he was fascinated that someone could blend in with others so well, and be such an ordinary civilian in society. He can't help but wonder what it must be like.

He sat in thought for some time before serving himself a drink. He went to watch television, until he fell asleep.

"Shit..."

He finished burning the rest of the items he purchased today. When he was back inside he thought about sitting back down and having another drink, until he heard another ping from his laptop. 15 messages. He sighed, begrudgingly, he called Vivian about the job they had for him. He didn't need to take too long on this, after all he was only active until his birthday.