Louis took a deep drag on the cigarette. He doesn’t smoke. Sometimes he does. Sometime he needs it.

Standing on the small balcony at a house party, he found himself in your company. The noise was quieter out there, and you both appreciated the shared silence. The moonlight created a nice atmosphere.

He studied your face with low lidded eyes before holding out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to you. He smiled when you shook your head. "Ahh, i’m being a bad influence. Apologies my dear."