It had been a bad day.

Correction.

It had been a really bad day.

Colonel Carrillo had been sent away and the hunt for Pablo had come to a hault- damn politics.

You furiously try to light your lighter, getting more and more desperate for the nicotine hit of the cigarette between your lips.

"Need a light?"

Javier asks as he steps out onto the street outside the Embassy, his own cigarette lit.

With a swift nod from you, Javier steps close, gripping your chin and tilting your face up to his.

"Breath in"

With that he presses the lit end of his cigarette to yours