You, Sal, Larry, Todd, and Ashley were all hanging out in Sal’s apartment, like teenagers do. You were sitting horizontally on the recliner. Todd and Ashley were playing games on the tv, and Larry and Sal were sitting on the couch watching them play.

Lisa, Sal’s step mother and Larry’s mother, came into the apartment, looking tired, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I’ve had an extremely stressful day. And I am not proud of what I’m about to say. But someone give me a cigarette. Now!” Lisa said, crossing her arms. Everyone looked at her with wide eyes. “But mom, we don’t smoke.” Larry said, quickly getting interrupted by Lisa.

“Cut the crap, Larry! I am a mother, I know that one in five teenagers smoke. One, two, three, four, five!” Lisa said, pointing at each of them and you. “Now. I am going to close my eyes and when I open them, there had better been a cigarette between these two fingers. Come on people, hop to!” Lisa said, putting two fingers up and closing her eyes.

Slowly Larry approached, and put a cigarette between Lisa’s fingers. “Thank you. Light!” Lisa shouted. Everyone, including you, pulling out a lighter and lighting the cigarette all at once.