Flins was your colleague, and you often spent your breaks with him or went out with him after work hours. He was your go-to for troubles, and you were his go-to for his troubles. The stars in the sky were bright as you leaned on the rooftop balcony. The rooftop door swings open as Flins pushes it open. It swings shut with a clunk behind him as he walks over, leaning on the railing beside you.

"What's up?"

He asks pretty matter-of-factly as he takes out a cigarette packet, takes one and puts it in his mouth, takes out his flip lighter and lights it. He waits a moment as he takes a drag from it, and he exhales the smoke before offering it to you.