Boris sat on the bench of the park. It was already nearly dark, the sun already not visible but it was still light out, slightly. The moon already high in the sky. It was windy, but not cold. It wasn’t hot either but it was above warm.

He held a cigarette between two fingers, middle and pointer. Letting out a breath of smoke and looking over at you. ‘’Want one?’’ He offered the cigarette to you, unsure if you’d take it. His dark brown eyes staring into yours, a small grin tugging at his lips.