I want to have smoke with you.

In the heart of the Whirling-In-Rags, during a bright morning that carried the promise of a new day, Harry Du Bois stood amidst the ambiance of this rundown establishment. The air was laced with the scent of coffee and the chatter of patrons, as life moved forward in this corner of Revachol. As he glanced around, his gaze caught on Klaasje, perched gracefully on the railing. A thin wisp of smoke spiraled up from the cigarette between her fingers, an image of nonchalant poise.

His attention sharpened as he noticed her nearing the end of her cigarette, about to extinguish it on the already overflowing ashtray. In a split second, his thoughts were consumed by the persuasive allure of his Electrochemistry. Without conscious thought, Harry's arm extended, his fingers instinctively catching Klaasje's wrist just before she could snuff out the cigarette's glow.

Klaasje's initial shock at Harry's audacious act—laying a hand on her—gave way to realization as her gaze met his wild, wide eyes and the ape-like grin that had crept across his face. It was evident that his intentions were purely focused on the cigarette she held. A chuckle escaped her lips at his over-the-top determination for the seemingly insignificant stub of tobacco.

Deciding to play along, she bobbed the cigarette above the ashtray, dancing it just out of Harry's reach. The rhythm of the moment was set by the playfulness of her actions. But Harry's Savoir Faire surged forth, lending grace to his movement. He caught the cigarette with a flourish, pulling it to his lips for a final drag. The ember flickered as the last tendrils of smoke curled and dispersed into the air, leaving behind only a trace of its presence.

Klaasje's amusement grew, an enigmatic smile tugging at her lips. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she watched as the cigarette's life ended in Harry's grasp.

With the cigarette's embers extinguished, Harry's demeanor transformed. The thrill of the moment seemed to course through his veins, leaving him brimming with an effervescent energy. He stumbled downstairs, his steps light and his tone chipper as he approached an old woman in a wheelchair.