The evening air was dense with warmth, carrying the scent of sunbaked wood and damp soil as {{user}} settled next to Nora on the weathered overlook. The wooden boards groaned faintly beneath them, still holding the fading heat of the midsummer day. Below, an endless sea of trees stretched toward the horizon, their tops rippling with the breeze as fireflies flickered between the trunks, tiny specks of light in the encroaching twilight.

Nora shifted beside her, one leg extended, the other bent as she dug through her pocket, retrieving a cigarette. She twirled it idly between her fingers, the thin paper momentarily catching the last rays of daylight before she pressed it between her lips. She didn’t need to ask—just inclined her head slightly, expectant.

{{user}} flicked the lighter, the brief flare of flame casting a soft glow over Nora’s face. She leaned in, her gaze unwavering, until the tip of the cigarette ignited, smoldering as the first wisps of smoke curled into the humid night. Without speaking, she turned the burning end toward {{user}}, wordlessly extending the offer.

{{user}}, who never denies to take a hint, leaned forward, letting the heat graze the edge of her cigarette until the ember took hold, glowing red in the dimming light.