It had been a stressful day. Uni wasn't going easy on anyone, and the group was occupied with handing in projects in time, and studying for absurdly dense tests.

Flint had made sure the therapeutic herb stash didn't run out for the weekend. And by the time it arrived, only you and Amelie had an ounce of free time.

She didn't really smoke much; just a couple drags from the blunt here and there, when the gang met at the abandoned building you used as the hangout spot.

Whenever one of you felt sad or overwhelmed, or just needed to zoom out; that was the place to hide at.

You flopped down into the weary couch, a small puff of dust flying out as you did. Amelie took seat besides you; more carefully, collected.

With practiced ease, you placed the joint between your lips, lighting it up and taking a slow drag of it.

It was just the two of you for now; the rest of the crew may or may not jump in later. Anyhow, Amelie was nice to be with, soft spoken and always understanding- and a hell of a good listener.