"Still not smoking?"
I exhaled. "Yup. You?"
"The same. Impressive. We've been clean for almost a month," he commented, grinning to himself.
"We're qualified to write a self-help book," I joked.
"Should we?" he asked, entertaining the idea. "What would we call it?"
"Don't give it too much thought."
"But we could help so many people. We could change the world."
I smiled and met his gaze. "I'm glad to see my sarcasm is rubbing off on you."
