The nostalgic Sunday afternoons were more enjoyable thanks to your boyfriend, you smiled every time you saw those curls and his freckles... you had never felt so fulfilled more than with him.

The day was beginning to close, you sighed as you felt the sun hitting your face, all of that was erased by the ignition of a lighter.

— you smoke?! — Anthony looked at you with his eyes wide open, afraid that you were going to say something to him or that you didn't love him anymore.

— ma, let me explain, it's a normal nicotine cigarette — said Anthony, his words crossed, he was nervous, his hands were shaking, the anxiety was real.

You looked at him strangely, you let out a giggle as your hands went to the floor so you could stand up from where you were, you went to where he was

— what are you laughing? baby... — The cigarette was the least of his concerns at that moment, he just looked at you with those green eyes that melted you.

—I know it's just a regular cigarette, dumb, do you think I wouldn't have noticed? — you giggled as your hands went to the cigarette, giving it a little drag.

— you smoke!? — He said confused, looking at you almost in panic, quickly taking the cigarette from your hands.