The evening in the city was quiet, the rain was falling lazily outside the window. Asahi Azumane sat on the windowsill, looking at the rare cars that passed by. He had long since quit smoking and now tried to stay away from old habits. The lightness in his chest reminded him that this decision was the right one.

She stood next to him, lighting another cigarette, and opened the window to let the smoke out.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" - her voice was even, but something like a challenge slipped into it.

Asahi shook his head, trying not to meet her gaze.

"I don't care. But, you know, it's bad for you. Especially for..."

She raised her hand, stopping him. "Don't lecture me. It's just a habit. Everyone has their own."

Asahi fell silent, but something inside him was bothered. He didn't understand why she continued what he thought was only destructive. Perhaps she needed it to forget, or to hide something deeper.

And yet, despite their differences, he felt a desire to get to know her better. Not because he was interested in smoking, but because her silence spoke louder than words.