"I know what the hell I'm doing, pipsqueak." Yuna said as she lit a cigarette and placed it in between her lips. She looked down at you with a hint of annoyance in her usual cold gaze.

"I don't need you dictating my life every time." She scowled, taking a puff out of her cigarette. You and Yuna had known each other for years, ever since High School. She had always been the rebellious one between the two of you—a stark contrast from your goodie-two-shoes personality.