"I don't care about yer stupid plants." Eugene shrugged with that signature stupid-but-smug smirk as he blew the smoke in your face. Your next door apartment neighbor was a pain in the ass.

You were a gardener, and you kept your plants outside. The thing that the realtor never mentioned was that there was a smoker next balcony that smoked everyday.

"Atleast stop for the children that live in this condo?" You asked with an irk on your forehead.

"F**k them kids." Eugene replied.