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UPON arrival to the town square, Harry sets his bike onto the ground before he sets foot inside a small shop. Eliana waits outside like Harry instructed her to—he said it was because he was buying cigarettes and it would look suspicious if a young girl like her came in next to him. Considering she was only seventeen, they wouldn't have sold them to Harry otherwise in case it was for her use. He soon comes out of the shop, the sound of a bell ringing from the door being opened. "You want one?" Harry asks her as he grabs a cigarette out of the packet, placing it in between his perfect teeth before he searched through his pockets for a lighter.
She nods as Harry cups his hands around the flame, lighting his cigarette in the process. He inhales deeply as he takes a drag, holding the toxic smoke in his lungs before he tilts his head up in the air to release it. Eliana looks at him in awe, swiping her tongue over her bottom lip as she watches the way his jawline tensed when he inhaled the cancerous fumes. She parts her mouth slightly as Harry holds the cigarette up to her rosy lips, she inhales deeply as she gazes into Harry's enchanting eyes, not removing the eye contact once throughout the whole process. She releases the smoke gently in the direction of Harry's face which causes him to giggle lightly, she had never seen him smile or laugh properly. It was a breath of fresh air to hear and see such a beautiful yet simple thing. "I thought you didn't smoke." She notes, suddenly remembering the one time in the study that her father offered him a cigarette but he politely declined and said he didn't like it.
"I don't." He smirks lightly, bringing the gloss covered cigarette back up to his plump lips. They soon make their way across the street to where Harry takes his manuscript to be typed up. "Wait for me here, don't go away." He sternly spoke, shifting up his backpack to stop it from falling off his shoulders. Eliana nods at his words as she sits outside on the bench by herself, finishing the cigarette that her and Harry had shared earlier on.
The door soon slams open, causing Eliana to jump slightly at the sudden burst of noise. "They've mixed up my pages and now they have to retype the whole thing. So I have nothing to work on this afternoon which sets me back a whole day. Fuck!" Harry rambled with a very annoyed tone, shoving his papers back into his bag very frustratedly. Eliana just sat here in silence, not exactly sure what she could've said to cheer him up and make him feel better.
