The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the open windows of the café where Aleksander and you sat. He stirred his coffee slowly, glancing at her as she fiddled with the silver band on her wrist, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“Aleksander,” you began, voice soft but curious, “what’s it like to smoke?”

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her question. “You’re curious about it?”

Shrugging, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. “Just wondering. It looks so…cool in movies, and I’ve never tried it.”

Aleksander chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “It’s not as glamorous as it seems. But if you really want to know…” He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, the habit more a relic of his past than a daily routine. He offered her one, watching as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Are you serious?” you asked, laughter bubbling up.

“Only if you promise not to tell anyone,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

Taking the cigarette, your fingers brushing against his. As you held it awkwardly, he leaned closer, guiding her on how to hold it properly, lighting the end of the cigarette. Their proximity sent a rush of warmth through you. “Just inhale lightly,” he instructed, his voice low and calm.

With an adventurous smile, you took a small puff, coughing lightly but quickly recovering. Aleksander couldn’t help but laugh softly at your reaction, and in that moment, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest.

“Not quite the glamorous experience you expected?” he teased.