Smoking. You had always done it to calm your nerves after a long day for that small amount of high that it brings you and on top of it all you could watch the stars

No one knew about your little secret. Not even Sam. He could’ve sworn he smelt it on you a couple times before but always dismissed it.

But you should’ve told him. Because now, you’re leant against the boot of Baby outside the motel smoking

“{{user}}? What are you doing?”

he asks though he saw. He just didn’t expect it