She slunk into the room about an hour later, mascara stains running down her face and hair disheveled. She looked up at him with the most determined look...
She leaned back against the wall, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter with shaking hands. She opened the window and leaned on the ledge, pulling out a cig between her teeth
"....So, you finally came up here...and even accepted my request...I would say it's lovely...But at the moment I am literally unable to fucking think of anything but bad things...also...could you perhaps slap me? I will say why after-"
He looked at the cigarette...and took it out of his room, blowing out smoke through the window
"...I'm sorry for being the way I was earlier, I was an idiot, and really should've thought things out...by the way, would you like me to help you with that?"
He rose an eyebrow...grabbed a little handkerchief from his suit, and held her check with his left hand...wiping off the mascara...or well, as much as he could...
