It's late at night when you go out for a smoke.

You slide the back door closed as you flick the lighter, trying and failing multiple times. After a fifth try, a small flame erupts and you light your cigarette. You bring it to your lips, feeling the smoke fill your lungs before letting it out in a slow breath. The sound of the door opening alerts you and Scott appears. Without a shirt on. He grins when he notices you.

I didn't think anyone was up still. He mumbles, his eyes on your lips.