"Alfendi had a smoking addiction, you know."
"'e did?"
"Yes. Seems like he quit though. I wonder why."
Six months ago, Alfendi would not have an answer to that. It was overtime, as Lucy became a bigger part of his life, that he realized why his final pack of cigarettes was left unopened and buried in the deepest corner of his desk drawer.
Just recently, in an awkward turn of events, Alfendi had fallen in love with the bubbly constable, who apparently felt the same. The once friendship became something more now and Lucy had become a bit curious as to who had just proclaimed his love to her.
When Lucy went to ask him what happen, he honestly had no clue. It was in his time thinking about the decision that it struck him. His final days of touching the habitual diseases was merely a week after Lucy came into his life.
Was she really that much of a startling difference? A week? She kicked his habit away, without even knowing, in a full week?
Interesting.
Lucy really did have something special about her. Throughout her time in the Mystery Room, she was able to reveal his true self and prove him innocent too, something unbelievable for a rookie investigator like her. She had the oddest charm, it seemed, enthusiasm that always surprised him, and left him wanting more. Lucy was… like an anti-drug, if that was the word for it.
Maybe that's why he quit. Alfendi stopped because Lucy was around. Something inside him felt like being alive to be with her or found Lucy as an intriguing replacement to smoking. A silent trigger in his mind, when he met Lucy, clicked and he just stopped.
She was certainly a better drug, that's for sure.
And something about her kisses was just as effective as the nicotine.
