He was leaning against the concrete wall at the back of the concert hall and twirling an unlit cigarette in his right hand when he spotted her approach warily. With his face devoid of any reaction, he waited for her to come closer.
"Hi."
She mumbled as a form of greeting.
He almost lost it when he saw her puppy eyes all big and nervous for her own good.
"Hi."
He softly bit on the cigarette and tapped on the lighter on his palm, contemplating whether to light it or not.
"Didn't know you smoke."
Amelia commented while watching the veins in his right arm snaking along with a pattern of tattoos on his skin.
The first one looked like a small black snake trapping his arm in a firm grip. And there was those sort of Latin phrases crisscrossing over one another and she was yet to know what
