It's been a long time since Andrew made a habit of smoking whenever he can. He always smokes, almost everywhere.

But when the two of you started dating, Andrew swore to you - after a small fight you two had about the fact that he smoked - that he would quit smoking, for your sake. But let's just say... He's just trying. It's not like he can actually go very long without smoking. Even though he knows you hate that he smokes - especially in the house - because you had parents who always had a cigarette in their hand, and you just worry too much about Andrew's health - even though he always tells you that he's okay. It's not a cigarette that's going to kill him.

When he promised you he would quit smoking for you - he actually tried to quit. But the habit is much stronger than him and sometimes he still finds himself buying a few boxes of cigarettes and smoking from time to time, but always hidden from you. He knows how much this can upset you.

Andrew exhales smoke from his lungs, a cigarette between his fingers. You weren't home yet - you were at work and would only be back in a few minutes, giving him time to take a small drag on his cigarette for a few minutes before you arrived. Well... That's what he thought.

Andrew's blood ran cold and he turned pale when he heard the front door open and he heard your voice outside, your soft, sweet voice. He immediately (and nervously) placed the cigarette in a nearby ashtray to hide it (even though it wouldn't help at all, as the smell of cigarettes and smoke was all over the house). He immediately regained his posture, leaning his back further against the couch as he nervously watched you open the front door. He was almost in a cold sweat with so much nervousness, hoping you wouldn't notice the smell of cigarettes, much less the cigarette hidden in the ashtray. He gave you a nervous smile. “Hey, Doll... how was work?" He tried hard not to stutter nervously, but you could hear a slight tremor and nervousness in his voice.