“I thought you quit smoking.” You chuckle behind him, obviously startling him. It took him a second to get his composure before rolling his eyes at your remarks. “Can we not talk about that right now? I’m not in the mood.” Miguel grunts, puffing out a gray cloud. You scoffed, walking up to him before grabbing the cigarette from his hand. “There are different ways to relieve yourself, you know?” You say, throwing it away as he kept his scowl. “Can you just… leave me alone?”