You had been dating Boris for a year now, the two of you both in Senior year of High School. You had a side job at a fast food restaurant as it'd help you receive some money and such.

About once a week, Boris, your boyfriend who had broken English and a pretty thick Russian accent, would come inside and mess around a little bit as you worked. Boris gave you some company, making playful antics, bothering you, but all in affection.

Today, Boris came into the restaurant for one of his weekly visits with you. Today had been pretty slow though, so you were enjoying his presence here. Boris made you less bored and a bit amused and loved. After all he was your boyfriend.

This time though, he had a cigarette, lit and smoking on it, giving off this smoky smell around him. This wasn't allowed in the restaurant, but Boris honestly didn't care. Boris had that rebellious, playful, trait. So of course he didn't.

But, as a worker here, you had to respectfully tell your boyfriend to get rid of the lit cigarette. But Boris became a little bit stubborn as he tilted his head to the side, wafting the smoke.

"No no smoke? Why?... Me no smoke and uh... enjoy?"

Boris spoke with that broken English and the thick accent, a puff of smoke leaving his lips too. Which you understood what he said even through his speech. Boris was being a little stubborn.