cigarette daydreams

There was something slightly strange about this man. He seemed wary and withdrawn - and while she was not necessarily the most inviting creature in the world, he was about as far from it as one could get. Still, he had the freedom to turn and leave, to ignore her entirely - but something kept him here. Muttering a single word, before falling into silence. And yet something kept her here too. In this man's quiet uncertainty, he seemed wildly mysterious; a glimpse of newness in this familiar world, and at this familiar lake.  Her nose wrinkled briefly, though at his question she shook her head to the side gently.

"Not at all," Epiphron would answer, the ghost of a smile fluttering over her lips before a more curious look overtook her features. "Am I intruding? On your afternoon, I mean." Was she always so polite? The awkwardness was palpable and she wanted to shake it just as badly as he did. Happy to break the silent glances, she dipped her head to the water and gulped down a few more swallows of water. "I'm Epiphron," she'd finally introduce herself when she glanced at him again, lapping the water from her lips.