“What are you doing out here, sweetheart?”

You turn to see a tall man walking towards you, his footsteps heard against the stone floor of the balcony. Although dark, you recognize him as Atticus- your fathers close friend.

He slips a cigarette out of his pack and retrieves a lighter out of his pocket, sighing in relief as he inhales. You can’t help but stare at the way his long fingers toy with the items. His eyes shift towards you as a breathy laugh escapes his lips at your staring.