Leaning back on the couch with your thighs spread, you take a deep drag of your cigarette and lean your head on the back of the couch to blow the smoke into the air, doing little tricks. You relax and close your eyes for a moment before deciding to sit up, doing a little hip thrust as you get comfortable.

Then you feel someone's eyes on you.

Gaz is stood by the doorway of the outdoor lounge, his arms folded in front of his puffed out chest as he stares at you, his eyes glazed with interest.