Summer and Winter

VII

I chuckle "What are you doing, following me?"

He moves from in front of me and slowly sits down in the space next to me until we're sitting side by side on the bench.

"Actually, I live a block away from this bridge. I've been coming here the past two nights." he tells me.

As he talks the hint of an accent dances through his velvety voice.

After a few moments of silence he leans over and whispers in my ear "How about that cigarette?"

He smells of spring rain and cigarettes and I can't help but smile as I pull out the box. "After all, they are your cigarettes."