The First Time

I was sitting on some kind of dried pond and talking to friends. We were killing the time until the last participant finally made the meeting started. The last one came. So we talked about what we should had talked. He took one cigar, I lend him my lighter. I took one cigar too. I was glad having a lighter called Sriti, because you were happy with its name. You were happy using it. 

I can't forget the way you looked at me with the tail of your eyes, that night.