You didn’t smoke too often, and neither did Pedro. He smoked when you did, very rarely did he do it without you present.

Today had been especially hard for him, he wouldn’t tell you why, in fact, the only thing he said to you that entire day was ‘I’m fine, Muñeca.’

You had been wondering where he had been for around an hour, then you saw him. Sitting on your small balcony with a cigarette between his lips, looking upset. You decided to join him, you thought he might enjoy the company.