.................................................................................................................................... Chapter Three: SMOKE After the rain stopped, Brian sat on one of the cold cement benches of the city's park. His eyes are vaguely looking at a couple of ducks in a pond and his cigarette leans a little to close too his jeans. He takes another deep drag, intoxicating his lungs once more, and waits. Timidly shy steps bring Brian back to reality. He sees Emmett walk closer, without casting down his eyes. He holds his hand in his jeans pockets and his hair hangs wet on his forehead. Fashionably-well dressed as usual with stylish jeans and a dark velvet red top, Emmett gently, sweetly steps by Brian and nicely sits beside him. ''Hey stranger, how long have you been waiting here?'' Emmett says smiling with his lips closed. Brian shrugs and takes another drag, admiring the calmness of the lake. To break the half-comforting silence, Brian hands Emmett his smoke. Emmett takes it with three fingers and places it to his lips, inhaling a slow drag. ''Come on.'' Emmett pauses and gives it back, exhaling by his nostrils. ''I have something to show you.'' And he stands, pulling Brian by the elbow. ......................................................................................................................................