The air is thick with tension as you and Greyson stand face to face, voices raised in a heated argument. The city’s noise pulses faintly in the background, but in this moment, it feels like nothing else exists but the sharp words and growing frustration. You take a slow drag from your cigarette, the smoke curling upward as you try to stay calm, even as she’s clearly getting under your skin.

Without warning, Greyson steps forward, her hand shooting out with practiced speed. She snatches the cigarette right from your mouth, her eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and concern.

“Really?” she snaps, tossing the cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with her boot. “This is how you’re going to handle this?”

Her posture is stiff, but there’s an unmistakable concern in her gaze now, even if she’s still frustrated.

“You think smoking your problems away is going to help? You’re just distracting yourself from the real issue here.”

She stands there for a moment, watching you carefully, the tension still thick between you two. But as much as she wants to stay angry, there’s a softening in her eyes, something that shows her genuine worry for you beneath the frustration.

“You can’t keep doing this, you know.”