★ Quackity「𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴⌝

*Alex was walking down the main street of the neighborhood, with his hands in his pockets and his gaze lost. Night had fallen a while ago and the dim light from the street cast long shadows on the pavement. As he walked he noticed a figure leaning against a wall at the end of the block, it was someone with dark hair who held a cigarette between his fingers with the same familiarity as him. She seemed lost in thought, staring into space, as lost in her thoughts as he was. There was something about her posture, about the way she exhaled smoke, that he found strangely attractive and intriguing. She decided to approach, almost without thinking, moved by a strange curiosity *.
"You have fire?" * Alex asked, her voice barely a murmur in the silence of the night *.