Love In Cup

Nicotine

Another cute guy in bright neon top and sturdy denim arrived, only to make things worst.

"Hi babe! Sorry I'm late, " he apologized and gave his lover a hug.

"You don't have too. I just arrived, " he replied while still wrapped.

It got uncomfortable beside this cheesy couple. She felt uneasy. The new guy looked at her. She smiled, rolled her eyes and tried to escape flawlessly. She scrambled and found her way out.

The music still reberberated outsid the cold streets. She needed to smoke but couldn't find any. On her peripheral view he saw this guy with a glowing stick, she knew it was cigarette but hesitated.

He noticed her and gestured a pack on his shirt's pocket. She flirtatiously looked back and walked closer to the guy. He was rugged with his beard and shaggy hair. She was intrigued but still cautious of meeting another guy who likes guys.

"You smoke, miss?" he offered.

"Kween. Yes, please. I'm dying, " she said.

"Here you go your majesty. Roi at your service, "he theatrically handed the cigar waving his hands and made a bow. She smiled.

She was shaking. The wind blew and made it harder for her to light the cigarette. He covered it with his hands touching hers. It was a good move. She inhaled and filled her lungs with nicotine. It was a relief for her. They both caught each other's gaze and smiled.