It was a rough day for you, nothing was going as planned. You were late for a briefing, you barely hit any targets, you were barely even able to do anything it was all just going wrong.

To relief some of the stress from the day you sat outside and brought a cigarette to your lips, covering the end with your hand and lighting it. After a minute Farah came outside. “Not going too well either?” Farah said as she took out her own cigarette.