Such a small gesture
Not chivalry, but certainly more courtesy than she was used to
which is to say- none at all

She blushed in that small glow
pulling on the dart as she placed chilled fingertips on his rough hands

Thanks, she offered, as she exhaled a nervous cloud
embarrassed now, one hand inside her sweater

He did not answer, instead raising the lighter up close to her face
half a grin, watching the flame dance in her eyes