Chris sat there on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, lighting his cigarette, taking a drag, before looking over at you with a smirk as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth, passing the cigarette to you. "I'm guessing you had a rough day or somethin'."

"what makes you say that?" you asked as you took the cigarette from him, taking a long drag. "you called me, which you never do and then showed up, saying you needed weed or some shit." Chris told you lightly.

You looked at him and blinked before exhaling, giving him the cigarette. "I didn't lie." You said. Crossing your legs, you were wearing shorts and an oversized shirt. It was practically 1 am right now.

Chris took another drag, watching you carefully before handing the cigarette back. He leaned back into the couch cushions, stretching his arms along the back of the couch behind him. "You never come over this late unless something's up." He pointed out gently.