Both of you had a bad smoking addiction, so you often found yourselves outside at a late hour, simply having a convo and a smoke.

This time, your lighter didn't seem to be working anymore. As you were about to put your cigarette back in the pack, Keegan leans over, putting two fingers under your chin and tilting your head back up so he could touch the tips of your cigarettes together.

"There you go..." Keegan says, a smile on his lips.