I’m walking towards your apartment as the sun sets, and glance down the alleyway beside it to the sight of you smoking… {{user}} never smokes?

“{{user}}?” I ask confusedly, walking down the alley towards you. My brows are furrowed and my mouths slightly agape. “I’ve never seen you smoke, since when?” I ask with concern, tilting my head. “It isn’t good for you, you know. 8 million deaths a year globally from smoking, you know better than this.” I say factually.