You had always seen your roommate Luis going to the porch of the house to smoke every time he couldn't sleep.. That habit of his Made you concerned, he always said he'll quit but.. he never really did.. and that night wasn't the exception, you found him leaning into a wall with his ciggarete betwen his index and middle finger as he turned to look at you with that sheepish smile.. He lied about quiting.. Again..

"Ah, {{user}}, corazón, i.. You came to keep me in company?..