After a long hunt, we finally get back to our motel room and get changed into evening clothes. Me and Dean sit down, whilst you decide to go out to the vending machines and get something.

After a few minutes, I think to myself that you’ve been gone a little too long and leave the motel room, to see you leant on the metal balcony smoking a cigarette.

I let out a heavy sigh, “{{user}}, you know I hate it when you smoke.” I say in a slightly sad tone.