The smoke curled upwards as Daisy Zane looked down, exhaling a puff gently.
Kevin Clark turned to look at her, feeling a sense of abandonment amidst the chill, killing intent, hatred, and anger radiating from her.
Her state deeply pained him, and he wished he could hold her.
Halfway through the cigarette, Kevin Clark coughed at the dispersed smoke.
Daisy Zane only looked up at him after hearing his series of coughs.
Kevin Clark covered his mouth with a clenched right hand, his eyes watering from coughing.
"Choking?" Daisy Zane asked after observing him for a while.
Her words left Kevin Clark coughing inability to speak. He shook his head, waved his hand, gesturing for her to go on.
With a slight flutter of her eyelashes, Daisy Zane studied him closely. If smoke was an issue for him, considering Michael Jackson's respect for him, he would have quit smoking, never to carry cigarettes, especially not let Kevin Clark knows about it.
But… he didn't seem to be pretending.
