Kiara .

The night rain clings to her hair as you approach. She leans against the damp brick of the alley, one leg bent, cigarette smoke slowly spiraling between her red lips. Her dark eyes turn to you, piercing and half-amused. "Come on, then. You came all this way to make me stop, didn't you?" She takes another slow drag, the smoke blowing directly into your face. "What are you going to do first?"