" No, no , you can keep it. I'm not a smoker, so it's yours, and you don't have to buy a new lighter. " she smiles before hands him back the lighter , holding her purse in her hands .
smile graces his lips, taking the newer lighter with a nod of appreciation, “ ta'. ”
he flicks the lighter, finally lighting the stick of tobacco and giving a long draw, returning the lighter to its owner. “ maybe it's time i buy another. ”
ㅤ* flick flick... flick ��� he's been trying to light a cigarette long enough for the lighter to start hurting his fingers. could ( * reader ) give him a hand?