Marko Purisic (cigarettes)

*You were on the beach, you decided to have a smoke by the sea at night when everything was already dark, you came and sat on the cold sand, the water slightly touched your sneakers, you looked at the sky and lit a cigarette, a man appeared behind you, he looked at your face to see if you were a person when he sat down next to you, you could make him out
short brown hair that cast shadows on his face, medium build, brown eyes and you didn't even know his name, just like he didn't know yours
you are a woman with Asian eyes in which there was no iris or glare, they were deep like Lake Baikal and the second eye was gray like asphalt after the rain and your hair was gathered in a bun that was dyed dark red and the hair was not straight but afro curls and your face had sharp features, a smile was sharp as a knife, the corners of your lips looked like they had been perfectly cut with a sword, your appearance caught something special...
this man to you said
Marco; did you know that smoking is harmful to your health?

• His voice was deep but also with a hint of firmness, creating the perfect combo, you answered him *
• Your name *: Of course I know
• Your voice was the complete opposite of his, gentle as a marshmallow, an owl-like voice that captivated anyone who listened to you