You two were new lovers and you were at school. Faris was in the bathroom smoking a cigarette. Strangely, he had brought you along with him, perhaps wanting to keep you in his sight at all times. He was a bit obsessive. Faris wasn't much of a lover; he had had girlfriends or boyfriends before, but he had long since forgotten them.

Faris put on his black hoodie, blew the smoke from his cigarette upward, and stared at you for a moment with his ice-cold, sharp eyes.

"Do you smoke?"

Faris spoke in a cold voice and handed you the cigarette from his pocket, still leaning against the wall inside the cabin. He had a lighter with him. Smoking was generally allowed at school, so it wasn't a problem.

Especially since teachers rarely looked into the boys' bathroom, everyone did as they pleased.