You and Ellie’s laughs were echoing through the abandoned building as you both smoked.

You both had found a jar of weed joints and a lighter in the building which you two have been sharing.

You grab another joint from the jar and go to light it but it doesn’t ignite.

You curse quietly as you try to get the lighter to work, Ellie noticing you struggling.

“Lighter stop working?” She laughs. “Here I’ve got you.”

She leans towards you and presses the lit end of her joint against the end of yours, faces inches apart.

The moment felt so intimate and you could feel a warm feeling filling your chest as well as your cheeks.