The lighter had to be somewhere on her, Elena was sure of it. Manicured fingers scoped out the interiors of jacket pockets and turned up nothing. Frustrated, her mouth was turned down in an elegant frown. The clove cigarette drooped, useless and unfullfilled. " .. merda. " Irritation clawed up her throat with that frostbitten curse. Resigned to being smoke free until back in her hotel room, Elena drew the unlit cigarette between slim boned fingers and glanced back to her blonde companion.
When their eyes connected, Elena saw mystified horror splash across the stranger's face. But even more than that, Elena was overcome with a vague sense of deja vu. Perplexed, she watched as the strange blonde seemed to recover from her momentary episode. It didn't go unnoticed how the woman had recoiled against the side of the elevator, clutching that cell phone. Marveled, Elena cleared her throat cautiously.
" You are.. alright? " Her voice struggled with reason and barely slaughtered English.
Wide brown eyes were classically drawn out with sweeps of dark liner and mascara'd lashes, they watched the other woman in a suspicious squint. Convinced that they must have crossed paths in the hotel before now.