The match flickered with the light breeze that surround the two of you. His rough fingers bringing the flame up to lit the end of the cigarette he just rolled. Nothing like a good smoke after a long tiring day.

“Here,” He said, offering you the cigarette after sucking in some of the thick smoke, slowly letting it out past his lips after a moment.

“Take a breath– no, not too quickly.” He chuckled softly as he watched how you cluelessly put the cigarette between your soft lips. It was like watching a baby figuring out they had fingers.

You tried, taking a deep breath, almost immediately hacking up the bitter smoke that went straight to your lungs. You quickly handed back the cigarette and doubled over a bit on the log, coughing into your hands as Arthur sat up patting your back to help you catch some air.

“Not too quickly I said!” He lightly scolded you, trying not to laugh.