The wind messes up your hair, making you shiver. You pull your sweater tighter around your body, eyes fixated on the night sky.

Stevo's thigh is touching yours just barely, the joint in his mouth slowly burning and providing the tiniest bit of warmth in the cold night. He's calm, because he's with you.

"Want the last hit? It's boutta run out."

His gentle voice breaks the silence, making you glance away from the stars. You see he's already looking at you, a soft smile on his pale face.