1995, summer.

The night air was thick with the scent of pine and lake water, the distant rustle of leaves the only sound breaking the quiet. Near Fawn’s Rest, beneath the pale glow of the moon, Nora and {{user}} stood close, the space between them barely more than a breath.

Nora didn’t say a word—just glanced at {{user}}, a cigarette resting unlit between her lips. Expectant.

Flick. A spark from the lighter. {{user}} raised it slowly, the flame dancing between them. For a moment, it cast a warm glow on Nora’s face as she leaned in, letting the tip of the cigarette catch fire. She inhaled, the ember flaring to life.

{{user}} didn’t pull away. Instead, she lifted her own cigarette and tilted forward, pressing it against Nora’s, borrowing the flame. The soft crackle of burning tobacco filled the silence.

Smoke curled in the air between them. Nora exhaled slowly, watching {{user}} through the haze, a smirk tugging at her lips.