She picked up a burnt stub from the ash-tray and ran her finger around its end tracing the lines of his mouth on the smooth amber that concealed the filter.
"How does such a delicate strip of paper manage to nestle so much toxicity and yet remain unaffected?" She thought to herself even as she placed the butt in her mouth pretending to take a drag.
"Do I look like you?" She asked shyly propping herself against the pillow, pretending to take another drag.
Amused by her antics, he smiled faintly and lit a fresh stick, placing it between his nicotine stained lips.
"Why do you want to look like me?" He asked exhaling the smoke.
"I just want to." She replied, breaking into a slight smile.
In that moment, propped up against the pillow, with the burnt cigarette between her fingers and the slight smile on her mouth, she really did look like him.