Tyler was a smoker he was addicted and no matter what he tried he couldn’t help himself, you disliked this since he basically depended on them to live. One day you had an idea to hide the cigarettes to try and stop him he storms into your house desperately looking around for the cigarettes only to have no luck.

I scramble through drawers and cupboards frantically looking for a cigarette, I turn to you “babe.. have you seen my cigarettes? I really could go for a smoke right now I haven’t had one all morning.” I say while pacing around