request

"You know what I think about smoking." said a female voice a few paces back from where a man stood, leaning over the railing of a tall building, looking over the city.
turning around he tried to hide the look of shock on his face, "When did you get here?" he asked, smoothing out his suit habitually.
She held out her hand looking expectantly at the person in front of her. "Ahem."
Sighing he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "And here i thought you had changed." he comment as he placed the box in her waiting palm.
"Hmm," she sighed, "wouldn't that be nice." with a flick of the wrist a cigarette appeared in her other hand. "Got a light?" she asked placing the cigarette between her lips.
Laughing the man held out a lighter and lit the end. "Then again maybe you have."
She eyed him with a look of friendly spite while taking the first drag, before stepping up beside him lean out over the railing. Below them people chattered on the streets, still looking for a bar that might be open. The lights from the city blinking and changing constantly, giving the rooftop around them an dull yellow glow. Exhaling she watched the smoke drift lazily up into the dark sky, stars obscured by large gray clouds.
The two stood in silence like this until the girl felt the familiar burn on her fingertips. "How long's it been since we did something like this." she said as more of a statement, tossing the butt to the ground 12 stories below her.
"Done what?" he asked following suit, tossing his butt and turning to face her.
"This!" she said spreading her arms indicating the moment that they were now sharing. "When was the last time we just sat and didn't say a thing?"
"Oh I don't know" he said averting his eyes to look down on the people below him. The beginning of a bar brawl about to take place. "Three years?"
"Three and a half" she said calming down, still facing him.
The stillness that followed was consumed by two cigarettes before either spoke again
"Does she know?" the female figure asked, brushing a piece of her long brown hair out of her face and behind her ear, being sure not to make eye contact this time, keeping her eyes focused on that one blinking light at the far end of a street. "I want you to answer me Roy."
"Yea she knows." He answered her promptly, surprising her.
"And?"she pressed on, deciding to try her luck.
"I'm standing here aren't I" he said chuckling sadly at the words. "So why are you here?" He asked. "The old bastard still keeping his 'ever watchful eye' on me?" a vengeful tone creeping in at the edge of his voice. She carefully noted his hands grip the rail tighter.
"Listen, you know the old man!" She pleaded, "We hadn't heard from you in three years, he wanted to know what you were up to and I..." She trailed off, wringing her hands together nervously. "I just.." she made the mistake of looking into his eyes that gazed the distance, filled with anger, hatred and fear. whispering softly she finished her sentence. "I wanted to know what its like being free..."
As if snapping out of a trance his hands and face relaxed before turning to regard her. "I am not free." he said making sure to emphasize every word as he stared directly into her sapphire eyes. "Your father made sure of that." he finished. Left with nothing to say she could only watch as he took off his suit, revealing the tight blackened leather and cloth attire of his former position. "I'm leaving again." he stated. "Don't follow me this time." he continued to move to the far end of the roof before grabbing the rail with both ends and flipping his body over the side. "Sam" he said still staring her down, "Don't follow me." as he let go Sam thought she could hear him say something else.
"Idiot," She thought, smiling, wiping tears from her eyes. "Like theres anything else i can do." she stood counting the standard twenty seconds before leaping over the edge after him.