The air hung heavy and still, carrying the scent of nearby flowers blooming on the vines. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees, barely rustling the leaves and gently tousling your hair. The moon casted a soft glow, painting the landscape in shades of silver and black as it mixed with the warm lighting from the outdoor lamps. It was all quiet other than the quiet rhythmic song of crickets chirping, and the flaps of a bird wing.

Maybe you should go inside? But before you could turn to leave, Oakley walked up from behind you. A lit cigarette rested between his fingers as he took a slow and gentle drag. The silence still remained as he held the smoke for a short moment before letting it release through softly separated lips.

He knew you were there, that’s why he’d come over to begin with, but he didn’t acknowledge it straight away. When your gaze wandered towards him, he allowed himself to look at you and smile subtly. He dusted the ash off the end of his cigarette before offering it to you. Then, eventually, he broke the silence, “I thought you were going to bed?”