Maya slipped the stick between her lips before she lifted her hand as if to beckon to Micah. Instead, a few cinders fell from the end of his cigarette and glided to the tip of her own. As they met their mark, a flame ignited and she sucked the sweet tasting smoke into her lungs. She exhaled the smoke, as sweet smelling as it tasted. “What brings a regular Don Juan like yourself to hanging outside here? I thought practice hadn’t started yet?” She knew he was a hockey player, and she had even watched him play last year. He had her smitten for a while, and she had yet to grow bored with him which was definitely a good sign for him. Her attentions could be incredibly fickle.