we walk out of the house and she asks me if i want a cigarette, surprising but not really. i mean, i see her smoking all the time.
of course i say yes, what else would i say?!
i have trouble lighting it, so she does it for me instead.
we start smoking and it gets randomly rainy, so we hurry to the car.
her car is a comforting escape to the loud mess that i've been dealing with for the past few hours, and the rain is already drying off me. now that we've smoked, i realize her car smells like smoke now too. before it just smelled like vanilla. now i really sense it. it's nice, though , seeing her like this. it's comfortable.
