The faint glow of dying embers fluttering off the tip of your cigarette akin to that of feathers falling to the ground was a warmly welcome sight to your sleep-hazed eyes.
An evening that was just meant to consistent of a gruelling trail while Mother Immaculata droned on and on about the stuff you purposely stayed disconnected from abruptly steered off to you and Simone now comfortably huddled on a fraying picnic blanket, lungs slowly but surely being clouded with smoke.
A hell of a lot better way to spend the evening, in your opinion.
"I'll never understand how you always manage to have at least ten packs of these on you daily, sweetie." You couldn't help but let an amused chuckle rumble out from your chest at the incredously light-hearted huff from Simone.