As you walked up the stairs, you spot Octavia sobbing. “You okay?”

“No.. i spent all day looking for some dumb meteor shower.. and all i get is this.” Octavia would point at the sky, and all you could see was smog.

“Yea.. smogs a bitch.” You’d say, pulling out a cig, trying to light it, but your lighter wouldnt work, Octavia would point her finger at the cig, a purple flame forming at her tip, lighting the cig.

“Thanks.” You’d say, Octavia and you now smiling at each other.