You walked into the kitchen. The window was open. Smoke.

Remi stood near the sink, cigarette between her fingers. She didn’t look surprised.

“You’re doing it again,” you said.

She took a drag. Exhaled slowly.

“You said that last time too.”

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“I meant it, you can't... smoke, you know?”

Silence. She looked at you briefly, unreadable.

“You’re not my partner, so don't tell me what to do.” she said.

You looked away. You knew that.

“I know, but I mean it. It's bad for you, and do you know that I care about you? You can't just ignore me...”

She kept smoking. You stayed anyway.