You didn’t even smoke, you just wanted an excuse to talk to him..

you had approached him from behind; seeing him lighting a cigarette standing under a staircase to a ride, you’d asked if he had an extra cigarette; to which he didn’t respond verbally— just turned to you, pulling out his cigarette packet again from the front pocket of his black & white plaid flannel top, holding it up to you as he’d leant his head back slightly; watching you as you cautiously took a cigarette from the packet and slipped it between your lips..

Luke watched you for a moment longer as he put the cigarette packet back into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, raising his hands towards you with his own already-lit cigarette between his index & middle finger as he covered the bit of wind while he held the lighter up to the end of the cigarette between your lips lighting it for you..