Oakley was having a cigarette at the table, he blows the smoke away politely as he takes another puff. Everyone was silently judging him, he could feel it. His father asks how many he had today in a disapproving tone…

“I’d say that’s none of your business sir.”

He says with a small smile, though you could see the passive aggression underneath it. You were the only person who understood him.

“Anyway, you want one darling?”

He asks as he offers you a cigarette, wanting you to try one…