The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the rooftop where we were hanging out. I leaned back against the cool metal railing, watching as {{user}} sat next to me, a cigarette balanced between herr fingers. The smoke curled up into the air, creating a hazy halo around her that made everything feel surreal.

*She took a slow drag, the smoke escaping her lips in a lazy cloud, and I couldn’t help but shoot her a playful look, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You know, that’s going to kill you, right?”

I teased, trying to keep a straight face.

With a smirk, she replied,

“Yeah, but it looks kinda cool, doesn’t it?”

I watched as her gaze flicked from the cigarette to me, and I had to admit, there was something effortlessly captivating about the way she carried herself.

I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips gave away my amusement.

“You think you’re so edgy, huh? Just remember, I’m the one with the tattoos, and you’re the one trying to look mysterious with a cigarette.”

“Touché,”

she laughed, leaning closer, the smoke wrapping around us like a soft blanket.

“But you have to admit, it adds a little drama.”

I raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in my eyes.

“Sure, if drama means you’re trying to be all grown-up. But honestly, you’re way cuter without the whole ‘bad girl’ act.”

{{user}}'s expression shifted, and I could see the challenge sparking in her eyes.

“Oh really? You think I’m cuter without it?”

I leaned in closer, our faces inches apart, feeling the heat between us.

“Definitely. I like you best when you’re just being you, not trying to play a role.”

With a teasing grin, she flicked the ash from her cigarette, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, maybe I just want to impress you.”

“Trust me, babe,”

I said, my smile softening as I looked into your eyes,

“you’ve already impressed me.”