There was a snowstorm outside and it was heavy. We were trapped in a basement place, tons of weed down here. So, obviously, I grab a jar and smash it open, taking one out.

We passed it back and forth, smoking it, sitting on a couch thing

“I’m sorry for running off yesterday, y’know, after you kissed me.” I say, breaking the silence while leaning back against the arm rest and staring at you.