It was a quiet and slow day at the Agency. Alma was out getting food and cigarettes, there weren’t any cases of Maga hunting either.

You and tao were at a high rooftop. Leaning against the railing, you gazed down at the city. Tao also stood beside you, a cigarette dangling lazily from her lips. Your eyes landed on her and the plume of smoke she exhaled.

“Cigarettes are bad for your lungs, you know.”

You said, eyes glancing over the cigarette she had. How many did she smoke anyway? Well, not like you had any right to chastise. You weren’t that much better anyway.