“Get the lighter. It’s inside my bag.”

She did an exaggerated sigh. She always had a flair with theatrics. “No.”


“I’m tired! I can’t walk!”

He laughed and propped his face on his hands. His lips was in a wide smile.

“Stop it.”


“Ugh!” She got up and walked to the table. I rummaged through his bag’s for the lighter. “Here.”

“Yay! I win!”

She straddled him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. With a small smile, she said: “I’m always losing when it comes to you.”

He held my stare as he took a long drag from his cigarette.


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