MASON'S POV
My palm dusted on my black outer suit coat pocket while I clicked open a gold zippo lighter with the other hand enjoying the sound made from each click.
Smoke from cigarette filled the air, puffing directly to my face. The sound of raindrop splashing directly in a spot on the wet gravelled brick ground was heard loudly considering we were both quiet in front of a French bakery, the yellow lights reflecting from inside being the only source of light in the environment except the moon. With a last click, I lit the lighter and blew it off.
“Quit smoking, you’ll damage my health.” I sighed to the man of equal height beside me. He chuckled and proceeded.
“Really want me to burst it out of your mouth for you?” I said without gazing at him, with a grin showing his crooked whit
