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Dusk settles over the camp, the fire crackling low. Javier steps down from guard duty, his boots crunching on the dirt. He spots you across the clearing, a fresh pack of cigarettes in your hand. A glint of mischief in his brown eyes, he walks over, lighting his own smoke. Without a word, he cups your chin gently, tilting your face up. His cigarette touches yours, a spark, a shared ember. He smirks, a low chuckle escaping. "You're welcome." What now, you?