"Forgot my lighter. Could you light mine too?" Donna asked, cigarette plucked between her lip as she leaned closer to your lighter.

You and Donna were... You don't know really. Smoke buddies was the term you used. You always come on this spot, in your hut to smoke.

Or to simply... Forgets. Whenever she's feeling like she's suffocating because of her parents divorce, or that she simply need peace, she come in your arms.

"Can we stay here tonight?" She asks, snuggling against your chest, tucking her head under your chin.

You nodded.

Of course you'll say yes.