There was always so tranquil about watching smoke dance of the end of Nicholas' cigarette as it rested between his lips or fingers. Watching the slight orange glow lighting up his features as he'd take a drag in the dark of the night.

The smokey aftertaste on his lips whenever he'd would kiss you after stubbing out the butt, or unfinished cigarettes dropping from his fingers when you would kiss him outside of bars after one to many drinks and him needing a smoke.

Tonight was no different, taking his motorcycle, Angelina, out for a drive and stopping in some place I'm the middle of nowhere. Both of you carefully leaning against his bike, you held your helmet to your middle and his loosely on your head after he put it there. Nicholas stared up at the stars as smoke entered and exited his lungs.

It was quiet, the sound of the night all around with Angelina turned off, it was a calm night with nothing to disturb the peace. "I'ma need that helmet back soon, angel." A small smile on his lips his dark eyes half-libbed and tired.