You sat at your desk, aimlessly scrolling through your phone when your friend, Roach, comes into your room.

“Wanna get breakfast together?” He smiles, warmly.

You look over to him, “already had breakfast, sorry mate.” You reply, pushing forward the ‘breakfast’, which was a cup of coffee and a cigarette.

“Cancer for breakfast?” He jokes, looking down at the coffee mug. You smile, rolling your eyes playfully.