"You want a smoke?"
Chessebelle looked at Akon as they stood outside the barracks, tucked safely under the veranda as rain poured outside. He held his cigarette loosely between his lips as he looked at the fourth seat lazily. He was surprised when she accepted the offer, never having been taken up on his offer before.
Bringing the cigarette to her lips, she looked up at Akon expectantly for a light, the man obliging her request.
"You don't look so good."
Again, she stayed silent, inhaling the horrid taste of the cigarette as the rain pelted the barracks roof. A clap of thunder startled her, flinching as its companion lightning lit up the courtyard. Akon gave her a sideeye, but said nothing more as they stood and watched the ground turn into mud under the barrage of water.
"I never look very good during storms."
He scoffed at her meak voice, less apathetic than usual. She didn't mean it as a joke.
And with that, she took her leave, throwing a trembling hand in the air along with a puff of smoke in departure.