cigarette smoke and night New York. a warm wind blows in your face, it seems like it’s about one o’clock in the morning. In some apartments the lights from the lamps are still burning, and in some it is already completely dark. You don’t remember how you ended up on the night street of New York, maybe you were drawn here because of the warm atmosphere and silence. The rustling of leaves calmed the soul, giving it peace and tranquility. You didn’t want to go home at all, even if it was more comfortable there, all your love was given to the silence of the street and empty alleys. The smoke from the cigarette hit the tip of the nose, making its way into brain.

-smoking is harmful.

a calm, cold voice hit the eardrums, forcing you to turn around and look at the man from behind. Feline facial features, pronounced cheekbones and feline, brown eyes, which seemed to have that very calmness.

—let me guess, did you leave the house for the atmosphere or just to smoke? I never understood smokers, pfft.