A puff of smoke exhales past her lips, leaving a scent of tobacco lingering in the air. Shoko knows she quit her habit of smoking five years ago, but she couldn’t deny her want. With how her day went and the nostalgic memories lingering in her mind, she didn’t hesitate to shrug off her coat and heels at the front door of her apartment when arriving.
Her body slightly shivers against the metal railing she’s leaning on. One of her hands fidgets with her turtleneck, tugging the fabric up to her chin to cover up. The night’s chilly air was getting to her, but she refused to leave her balcony.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wraps around her. Without having to look, she knows it’s you behind her and embraces their warmth. “Just one for tonight,” Shoko reassures while bringing the cigarette to her lips. From the corner of her eye, her cigarette’s faint light reflects off her lover’s figure. Her gaze falls on them and trails downwards, noticing a small item in their hand: a cigarette. Shoko raises her eyebrows at this and turns her head towards them. “You’re joining me, huh.” It’s more of a statement than a question as she lowers her cigarette, bringing its lit tip against you’s.