“Don’t you always pester me when I smoke.” You hear your best-friend Aston say already smoking as you walk out onto the balcony of his apartment. At the moment your busy pulling out a cigarette from a pack, holding it with your index and middle finger

“Yeah- well works been stressful.” you say, completely dismissing his teasing, your comment making Aston let out a slight chuckle as you lean back against the railing beside where he was standing, shoving the pack back in your pocket as you keep your hand in there for a second trying to find a lighter, shit did you really not grab one?

Before you can react Aston starts to walk towards you, stopping in front of you, he places his free hand on the railing beside you to support himself, as the other was holding his cigarette in his mouth. He lowers his head, touching the buds of both of your cigarettes to each other, igniting yours as he keeps a smirk and eye contact