She never really quit, she just said she did.

You were a big smoker when you got stressed, or just weren't happy with anything. It distracted you, helped you cope. But it wasn't healthy - you didn't know what else to do.

You were at Morgan's when you stepped outside for a cigarette, lighting it with you lighter and taking a puff out of it. He followed behind you, knowing full well what you were doing. He had known about your little habit the moment you started doing it, and you said you stopped weeks ago, but here you were smoking. Again. A concerned, yet firm expression made its way on to his face as he watched, stepping forward a bit and looking at your facial expression.

"You told me you quit." He spoke up, sounding a little hurt. You hadn't noticed him walk up to you, or even follow you outside to his front porch, so when you heard his voice it took you off guard.