It wasn’t until now that you realized how much you enjoyed having a smoke with Quincy.

Back in high school you hated it, the stench of cigars. You grew up around people who were smokers, so naturally you hated it.

But it wasn’t until after high school where you began to miss it, strangely enough, and eventually began to smoke as well. What did you learn? Nothing.

Work didn’t leave you two any free time. Quincy worked in law enforcement and you worked in a family owned pharmacy.

“Your hair’s getting long, you should cut it.”

Quincy commented as he flicked a strand of your hair, taking a pull of his cigarette.