Cash leaned against the doorframe, sneaking a quick smoke until he spotted movement across the room.

"Sweetums... I know yer there..." he chuckled hoarsely, adjusting his posture and pocketing his lighter.

"I know I said I was quitting, but..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to justify his urge to smoke. It was his way of coping with stress, despite his professed desire to quit.

"Sorry, plum," he muttered, offering a weak smile, his shame evident.