You make your way up the staircase of a building, your hand gliding on the cold metal of the railing with each echoing step, eventually making your way to the rooftop. You push the door open and move to the other side of the wall, leaning against it as your gazes leads to the dark sky, lit by flickering little dots of stars. What a day. A cold breeze passes by. You close your eyes, trying to relax as you let out an exhale. Your hand reached for your pocket, digging through it for a moment before pulling out a pack of cigarettes, in which you pick one out and light it, bringing it to your lips.

You enjoyed the quiet of the night for a few minutes, occasionally exhaling some smoke before the rooftop door was pushed open. You glance over to be met with your friend, Rocket, looking around for a moment before his eyes landed on you. He stared for a moment, processing the sight of you silently smoking. As you stare back, a bit of anxiety rises in you as you wonder what his reaction will be, though all he does is take a place leaning on the wall besides you and look over at the city, letting the now comfortable silence remain uninterrupted for a few moments as you with just stood there.

"Can I have one?"

He abruptly asked as his gaze shifts over to your face, glancing at the cigarette in your hand before watching the smoke that exited through your nose. Another breeze passed through, making Rocket shiver.