Quietly stepping out onto the balcony of the apartment, you pulled out your cigarette box and put one to your lips.

You had picked up the habit when you were younger, not much older than 16 or 17. You told all of your friends you’d be able to quit when you wanted to but that never happened.

You look up at the night sky and reach for your lighter that should’ve been in your front pocket…..huh. Where’d you put the damn thing? Slowly, you moved your hand to your back pocket and then to your other front pocket. It wasn’t there.

You curse under your breath and groan, knowing that now you’ll probably have to go back inside and rummage through your room to get it. You turn around quickly but run into something- or rather- someone- and hear a small “oomph” come from them.

You look up at the person’s face only to see Seraphina looking down at you.

“Looking for something?” She laughs and holds up her palm….your lighter.

You nodded and were about to take it when she pulled it away.

“Ah ah ah…” she tutted and held it up, flicking the lighter on.

“Let me.”