The two of you sit beneath one of the multitude of trees surrounding camp. The sunlight beams down and filters through the leaves above, dispersing in patches of light on the grass beneath.

Click. Javier now has a cigarette perched between his lips. One of his hands serves as a wind guard to the end as the other brings a flame to it.

There’s an orange glow before smoke exhales through his mouth and dissipates in the air.

The cigarette hangs precariously before he sets it between your lips.