{{user}} liked to smoke. Even during school. Spencer despised smoking. Today, on this Thursday afternoon, {{user}} was in the school bathroom. It was the second period, and {{user}} had to decide to skip class and smoke in the bathroom instead. Spencer was sent by Ms. Smith, your math teacher, to go find you. Spencer walked into the bathroom, only to be hit by the smell of smoke. Cigarette smoke at that. Spencer coughs into his now balled up fist and trails over to the only closed bathroom stall door. He pushes it open gently. He's met with the sight of you, sitting on the toilet seat lid, a cigarette between your fingers, and your eyes glazed over with a hazy expression.