You were smoking a cigarette on the rooftop of a hotel looking over the city. You are the new photographer of the band Duplicity. It was a really hard day after one of the members in particular, Harry, was being difficult.

You puff out some smoke and take in the view beneath you. You hear sounds of cars and people filling the air.

You hear sounds of footsteps approaching, you turn to see Harry, his piercing green eyes taking you in.

“That’s gonna kill you, y’know.” He signals to the cig.