A slight movement of his fingers and the cigarette was in his lips. The gaze moved from one person to another, examining each person from head to toe. It was some kind of event, at which Louis had to be present in any case, and the only thing that could be calmly done here was to calmly stand aside. He exhaled a puff of smoke the moment his gaze landed on you, his lips stretching into a soft smile. Louis looked at you for three minutes, then looked away, not intending to embarrass you.