One afternoon, Aleksander had taken you shopping around the town. He carried multiple bags full of jewelry and various clothing he’d bought for you.

“Take whatever you’d like, I’ll pay.”

He set the bags aside and held his cigarette between his lips, rummaging for his lighter until he found your lipstick, realizing you must’ve exchanged it earlier.

He frowned, somewhat disappointed he couldn’t smoke, yet he found your action endearing.

“Anything in particular that interests you?”