Zeno was walking through the dance floor, his eyes locked on the booth he was heading to.
Sebastian was the one who chose the corner to sit in; he had gone to the last, darkest part of the club, sitting and spending with the darkness.
He had noticed the secret look Leon and Nicholas had when they followed Sebastian behind.
As he reached the booth, he could see the cherry tip of Sebastian's cigarette glowing in the dimly lit booth, he frowned.
He thought Sebastian had stopped smoking, what was this habit of constant smoking?
"Zeno, can I talk to you for a second?" Nicholas met him before he could reach the booth.
Zeno looked past Nicholas' shoulder and saw Leon calmly drumming his finger on the table while Sebastian looked aloof as he dragged in his cigarette.
Zeno frowned and looked away from him; he could smoke all he wanted, but he didn't care.
"Now?" Zeno asked Nicholas.
Nicholas nodded.