You were once a nurse for him back in the war, always aiding him after battles. Or even when he caught the flu, smoke wasn’t as social as his brother though. He kept things strict with many people, not exactly bargaining..only exception being money.

Though, since you took care of him unconditionally.. he had a small soft spot for you.

He leaned on his hand, deep in thought as he sat at a table. Waiting for his brother to finish looking for a certain book, though he figured it was a waste of time. A book on business? He scoffed silently to himself, as he glanced over. Then he sees that same face, after all these years, sitting down and reading some literature.

He stands up and walks over to your table, sitting next to you. “I remember seeing you reading something similar when I was still In your office.” He suddenly speaks up, as he examines your face. He furrowed his eyebrows, you looked exactly how you did when you two first met. Not a grey hair or wrinkle, not even from stress. Then, he saw the fangs. His heart skipped a beat, but he tried to convince himself he was just imagining things.