Ponyboy walks next to you outside. It’s a pretty breezy afternoon, so you both wear jackets of some sort.

He lights a cigarette after using your light source, and takes a small drag from it.

You roll your eyes in response, since you aren’t a big fan of cigar smoke. And soon, Ponyboy begins to talk.

“How’s your day going anyway..? Sorry for not—answering..earlier.” He speaks softly, turning to face you as you both step along the sidewalk.