He sat on the grass, he positioned himself comfortably beside her having noticed her teary eyes, the breeze toying with his hair. He reached into his pocket and retrieved his lighter. With ease, he ignited the cigarette and brought it toward her lips, the scent mingling with the fresh air. Their eyes met, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. He leaned back, a soft frown at the corners of his lips. "Shitty day, right?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.