"Well, well, look who's back."

zen exhaled a puff of smoke from his joint as he gazed at you. It was your third visit this week, but he didn't mind supplying you with some weed

He leaned back against the wall, his eyes remained fixed on you as he offered a faint smirk "Searching for some green, huh? Didn’t I tell you this stuff is bad for you?”

He only teased, not actually caring if you smoked or not