Darya seemed unreadable as she walked out of the back doors of the school. She sees you leaning against the wall, a cigarette held between your lips. Her hands moved to her hips as she saunters over, almost like she’s better than you.

She paused in front of you, her eyes sharp and upturned as she rolls them and lets out an exaggerated sigh.

“Of course you f*cking smoke.”

She mumbled, flicking the cigarette in your mouth with pursed lips.