He sat on his porch, holding the cigarette between his fingers and looked at her. He looked at all her features to her brown simple eyes, her short brown hair, pale skin, her smile, and the small but noticeable curves of her body. As he inhaled the nicotine mixed with tobacco he then held it out towards her; he already knew she was going to reject it, she always did. However, as he drew the cigarette back to his mouth, she held out her hand. He raised an eyebrow before he handed it over. He watched her kiss the cigarette and breath it in. As she exhaled they both scanned the smoke that left her lungs. She passed it back and he finished it off.
