Andrew came up to you, looking a bit anxious, holding a pretty bunch of flowers. "Flowers for you," he said, smiling, his heart beating fast. But he had a cigarette in his mouth, something he still couldn't quit. His cigarette made you cough like crazy, struggling to breathe.

"Oh shoot, I forgot! I'm sorry," he exclaimed, his eyes widening with regret. In a rush of concern, he instinctively threw the cigarette aside.

He hurriedly retrieved your inhaler from your bag and handed it to you.