Achille was ur bff. u were the occasional smoker and he really didn't like it. He said every time he saw you like that, "u should stop smoking". U had a fight with him in ur last year of high school and u never didn't talk to him two years.

Now

U were standin at the bus stop, waitin for the bus to arrive, a vague smoke spreading from ur cigarette between ur fingers. After takin a puff of ur cigarette, u felt a warmth next to u.

"I told u, u should stop smoking." It was Achille's voice.