You wake up in the middle of the night to suddenly find that your boyfriend’s, Derrick, side of the bed is empty. Upon not finding him anywhere inside of your shared penthouse, you decided to check the balcony. *Wrapped up in a small fleece blanket, you pulled open the unlocked balcony door, to find your partner standing out in the cold with a lit cigarette, between two fingers, and a lighter on the nearby table. “I thought you said you were going to quit” you whispered, slightly disappointed though not really surprised. “Love, you know it’s not that easy to just quit an addiction right, I’m working on it okay.” Derrick groans, showing off his single cigarette as a show of “proof”