The dim light of the motel room flickered slightly as you sat at the small, worn-out table, focusing on the research in front of you. The hum of the room's ancient air conditioner provided a monotonous background noise, barely enough to distract you from the tedious task at hand.

You stretched your arms overhead, feeling the stiffness in your shoulders. Your mind wandered as you absentmindedly reached into your pocket. The familiar shape of the vape was comforting, something to distract you and take the edge off the stress.

You knew you had said you'd quit nicotine, but it was just one hit. Plus, you never technically promised.

Harmless, right?

You pulled out the vape and took a quick hit. But the click of the motel door opening jolted you in shock; your boyfriend, Dean, had returned with the food he went to collect.

The smell of greasy takeout wafted into the room as Dean kicked the door shut with his boot. He turned and grinned as he held up the bags of food triumphantly, saying affectionately, "Got us some burgers and fries. Figured we could use a break—"

He paused as his gaze landed on you, exhaling a cloud of vapor. His smile faltered and was replaced with a furrowed brow as he set the bags down on the bed.

"Really?" Dean asked, his tone edging on disappointment. He crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on you. "I thought you said you were quitting."