You've never smoked before, never even seen someone do it. Until you met hobie. He didn't do drugs or anything, not a big fan of those. But he did smoke w33d at some points. You were hanging out at his apartment in his bedroom, led lights on low, slow RnB playing in the background, and perfectly fall temperature outside. You were staring at the blunt, so nearly packed between his fingers. He noticed your staring and held the blunt up towards you "You wan' a hit, luv?"