You stood on your and Shota’s balcony late at night, a cigarette was planted between your fingers and grey clouds of smoke surrounded you.

A soft knock on the balcony door caused you to drop the cigarette, you watched as it fell down into the dark of the night.

Shota gave you a look, either he didn’t see the cigarette, or he just didn’t say anything. His hand smoothly heading to rub your shoulder, “…are you coming to bed?” he asked.