Cigarettes

They took my cigarette out of my mouth.

Then, while toying with their hair, they took one puff, then two, then three. Their eyes locked on the cityscape.

When they were done, they put it back to my lips while looking at me, those beautiful green eyes reflecting the night lights.

It might have meant nothing, but under the darkness, my face started blushing.

I hope they didn't get to see me like that.