"I never took you as a smoker," Arianna said, her arms wrapped around her chest as she scrutinized him, "Is that your new habit to combat the stress?"
"And you didn't leave. I told you, I want to be alone." He said, putting the stick in his mouth and leaning against his desk.
"And you didn't answer my question," She demanded an answer.
"I'm not a chronic smoker, Arianna. I just take it once in a while, especially when I need to concentrate hard and you're not doing me any good by being in my way," He told her, searching for a lighter on his desk.
It was just as she said, Marcel was not a regular smoker else he would have his lighter on him. However, before he could reach for one, Arianna had already snatched the cigarette from his lips to his surprise.
"Don't smoke, it's not good for your health." She warned him.
