You can be you or Patryk

You and Paul are finally able to go on break after a long couple of hours of patrolling the city.

The two of you rest against a wall of an alleyway. Paul is smoking, as he did anytime he is given a break.

He glanced at you, and he raised a brow. He held the cigarette out to you, offering it.

"Want a hit?" He asked, his voice gruff and scratchy as always.