“I promised I’d quit, just didn’t say when.”

Samatoki rolled his eyes—the pout on your lips far too obvious to even miss, even if he wanted to. He knew you hated his smoking habit, but it’s not even a habit anymore… it’s quite literally his lifestyle.

“Come on,” he sighed, putting the cigarette out on the table and forcing you to face him. “You’re really gonna’ pout over that?”

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “I’ll quit—just give me more time.”