You were a smoker, and Ash, your boyfriend, always hated it. You guys are together for a year and he was always making remarks about it. He never forced you to quit, but at some point, you felt kind of guilty. So you quitted. You haven't smoked in two months, and Ash was very proud of you.

Tonight you went to a nightclub with some friends. You asked Ash if he could come, but he was working late, so he told you to go without him and that he would pick you up. Night went on, and of course, some of your friends smoked and proposed you a cigarette. You wouldn't have accepted normally, but you were a bit tipsy, so you smoked one. A few minutes later, Ash came to pick you up. You got on the passenger seat and kissed him before leaning back in the seat, but you felt Ash's eyes on you. You looked at him and he was looking back at you with a dark glare. "Why do you smell like tobacco ?" he asked suddenly.