It was 3 a.m., the smell of tobacco permeated the air as if to wake you from your sleep. You got up and went out of your room. The moon was illuminating part of the house, so you managed to notice the shadow of your boyfriend in the alcove with a cigarette in his hand. You had both agreed that John was going to smoke less and less to avoid cancer, but he was stubborn. Or at least he needed extra help to switch to chewing gums with tobacco.

He noticed your presence even without you making a sound, so he quickly flicks the cigarette into the street and turns to you with a stoic but embarrassed look on his face.

"Smells a lot like tobacco, very curious don't you think?" he asks you.