How you both ended up in the tub, fully clothed, was beyond Choso's memory. You sat against one end, and he leaned against the opposite, your legs entangled due to the small space—but neither of you minded.

The air soon filled with smoke from the cigarette hanging between your lips. Choso's eyes were fixed on the way your mouth wrapped around the cigarette as you took a drag. Without a word, he pulled out his own and gave you a look, silently asking for a light.

But instead of handing him your lighter, he watched as you shifted onto all fours and moved toward him. His gaze followed you as you hovered over him, cigarette still between his lips, his breath held as you leaned in close. The tip of your cigarette met his, igniting the end.