Emily Prentiss was out for her evening walk when she spotted a young girl leaning against a lamppost, nervously puffing on a cigarette.

“Hey,” Emily called, walking over. “You know that’s not good for you, right?”

{{user}} jumped, quickly hiding the cigarette. “I-I don’t do it often,” she stammered.

Emily crossed her arms. “Doesn’t matter. You’re too young for this.”

{{user}} looked down, mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

Emily softened, her tone gentle. “It’s okay. Just… find a better way to handle things.”

{{user}} nodded, snuffing the cigarette. Emily smiled. “Good. Now, let’s walk.”