Unfortunately, it was raining, and even so you couldn’t breathe properly in the fresh air. Standing near the dorm of the Blackwell Academy where you study, you pulled out a cigarette and raised it to your lips. But it turned out that there was no lighter and you just sighed, looking at one point, before someone came up to you and set your cigarette on fire with a lighter. It was Nathan Presscott.

"I never thought you smoke."