The night air is cool, settling heavy over the quiet street as you join Sebastian on the terrace, his familiar silhouette outlined by the sputtered sparks of his lighter as he flicks it, struggling to light a cigarette. He huffs in frustration, muttering under his breath. “Damn thing…”

Sebastian’s gaze shifts to you, a spark of mischief lighting his eyes. “Got a light on you? Mine’s out” he asks, with that low, gravelly voice of his that always seems laced with a hint of humour. He saunters towards you with casual steps, smirking coolly. “You seem the type to carry one on you just for me.”