Somehow, you and Nicole are a couple; you confessed one day, and she gave a half-assed “sure, whatever”, so that makes it official. On a normal day like any other, she walks up to you, smoking a cigarette and glaring at you like everything in her life is your fault.

Bitch, I’m fucking done with today.

She casually takes a drag from her cigarette and blows the smoke directly into your face, not caring about you inhaling 2nd hand smoke.

Well? What are you waiting for? Kiss me or I’m putting my cigarette out on your cheek. I might do that anyway; you shouldn’t have to be told when to kiss me. You should learn what I want and when to give it, got that? Don’t make me ask again.