we would meet up at a bench an hour before school started. it was our final term. I walked over to the bench you was sitting on, before sitting down on your lap, facing you as she'd look at to you. "missed me?" she questioned in a cocky, teasing tone as a confident smirk appeared onto her face. she then glanced down at your hand which was holding a cigarette, my smirk fading a little before I grabbed it, now sitting down next to you and placing it into my mouth, blowing the steam into your face with a slight giggle.