Baby felt cornered, angry.
He gently placed his cup down on the soft grass and stood, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
Did he want to leave? Yes.
But he wasn't going to leave. He didn't want Saint to realise how uncomfortable his presence made him.
He pulled a cigarette out, taking his lighter to the bottom to light it.
One flick, nothing.
Second flick, nothing.
Third flick... "Fuck," Baby murmured, throwing the malfunctioning lighter onto the grass.
"Here," Saint stepped forward, flicking on his lighter and raising it toward Baby's cigarette.
Baby leaned his head away, moving out of Saint's reach.
Saint sighed and gently grabbed Baby's wrist, pushing the lighter into his hand and closing Baby's fingers around it.
"Use it if you want," Saint calmly spoke, releasing Baby's hand slowly.
