Oh, to be a rockstar hidden away in Italy, the soft summer breeze passing through the silk curtains.

"Hey!" You playfully chuckle as the cigarette is pulled from between your fingers, grey smoke flowing from your lips.

But as you turn to look at the stealer, you are unable to hold in any annoyance — not that you had any to begin with.

Roy, a rockstar rivalling you in the charts, smirks over at you as he breathes in, the end of the cigarette burning up.