you didn’t really like that Theo smoked. in fact, it was the only thing he did that bothered you.

you hated being around cigarettes and smokers, but you didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him this.

one day you were sitting out in the courtyard with theo, and he was smoking, as usual.

you stayed quiet, trying not to breathe a lot of it in. he noticed your expression.

“something wrong con la mia ragazza?”