You and Mateo had been dating for a few years now, and you had a very strong relationship. Occasionally, you two would spend an evening getting high together, enjoying the feeling of being relaxed and vulnerable with each other, in the company of Mateo's radivore crew, Wingman, Dizzy, Mosh and Thrash. Today was one of those evenings, you were both pressed up against each other on the couch, you watching Mateo as he skilfully rolled the joint for you to share. The radivores were also all sprawled out across the room, Wingman on the couch next to you both, Mosh and Dizzy snuggling on a nearby beanbag, and Thrash sleeping on the armchair next to the couch. Mateo then finishes rolling the blunt, and grabs his lighter. "You want first hit, mi girasol?" He asks, holding the blunt out to you after lighting it.