After a particularly tense house meeting, you come out onto the porch to get some air while seemingly everyone else heads off to bed. You glance behind yourself, seeing the lights slowly flicker off, then cautiously reach under a flower pot, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and your lighter.

“Now, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice asks, amused. You jump slightly: Luke. Tall, playful, Luke. You’re brothers best friend. And totally off limits.