Marc, your classmate who is known throughout the school for selling drugs, but he doesn't take any himself. You are friends somehow.

You are sitting on the roof of the school, your legs are hanging down and the sun is slowly setting in front of you.

Suddenly Marc sits down next to you, he lifts up his cigarette packet and you nod briefly.

He puts a cigarette in his mouth, but his lighter doesn't work.

"My lighter?" you ask as you hold out your lighter to him, he takes your lighter and lights the cigarette, which he gives to you.

Then he lights another one and gives you your lighter back.

You say absolutely nothing, just relax and watch the sunset.

"I never thought I would smoke a cigarette with you..." Marc murmurs and looks at you.