The atmosphere was serene, the whispering breeze sending subtle shivers along your skin, until Samatoki draped his jacket around your shoulders, a protective shield against the evening chill.

Out of the many individuals he had encountered and the groups he had been through, he never thought that it would be you he’d stay in contact with, or that it would be you he’d become so deeply attached to.

He lit another cigarette, stealing a glance at you as you put out your own and retrieved another from your pack. Noticing that your lighter had sputtered out, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Need a light?" he offered, the smoldering tip of his cigarette between his lips as his fingers encircled your waist, drawing you closer. Gently pressing the end of his cigarette to yours, he immersed himself in the shared moment, his breath mingling with yours, his gaze lingering from the cigarette nestled in your mouth to meet your eyes. "What's the matter?" he teased, though it was mere pretense; he was acutely aware of the intimacy imbued within the gesture. "You needed a light, didn't you?"