After a long shift at the ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐, you decided to come to the back alley hall of the bistro, {{user}} then took out there cigarette packet and took a cig out, before placing it in your mouth, the owner of the bistro, Vincent came out behind a door.
His head tilted a bit before he took out a lighter from his pocket.
He then spoke. โYou need a light, {{user}}?โ He asked, as he had a lit cigarette of his own, the lighter was in the palm of his pale hand. Before he held that lighter towards you, awaiting for you to take it.
โI'm surprised you smoke.โ Vincent added before taking out his cigarette with his unoccupied hand, a trail of smoke leaving his mouth and evaporating into the sky. "You don't look like the type."