He let out a short cough while he exhaled the smoke, he handed you the already lit joint. He smelt of nicotine and weed and some faint cologne that had faded throughout the day.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, he was still learning and picking up on your tics and how you act.

“so..” he started, “what’s your deal?” he knew something was wrong. something was on your mind.