The full moon glows through the grasping whirls of smoke, its light fighting to pass through the empty branches of many leaning trees, capturing the light and swallowing it into a zebras stripes against the dirt pathway.
The path, a scar in the otherwise wild scenery, leads to a vast circular lake, the moon light bouncing of the once white pebbles that brim over the black water, its only feature is the odd ripple caused by a chilled wind.
Standing at the bridge between path and pebbles is a figure, head to toe in the perfect camouflage of night. His black coat has large collars, large buttons. His hands are buried deep in its age old pockets, one hand withdraws, drawing with it the unnatural shape of a box. He draws out a cigarette and places it in-between perfectly carved lips, full and beautiful.
He places the streamline pocket back into his pocket and withdraws another rectangle, this one the colour of foreign seas. The pulls down and a flame protrudes from the colour. Lighting the cigarette. He breaths out a swirl of thick smoke, which snakes up and away. He draws on his cigarette, the next breath bringing out slower, darker smoke.
He tips his head back and watches the smoke leave with alert eyes, they reflect the green tinge of the pebbles, shine back the light of the sun and the fathomless black of the lake... all reflected back in those flickering eyes, framed with the sparse branches of delicate blonde eyelashes.
His hair is unnaturally dark, cut into a delicate fringe.
The intoxicating smoke disperses into the air, spreading wide. When he can no longer draw poison from it, he throws the remaining butt of the cigarette into the already polluted waters. It ripples at it and consumes it, sending off the light of the moon in perfect circles.

Finally, she arrives...