He leaned against the brick wall beside me, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "So, how did you start?" "That's kind of a long story." I smiled down at my feet, wondering why he would take such interest as to why I smoked. "I genuinely want to know, there's no reason a beautiful girl like you should be ruining a perfect set of lungs." He raised his eyebrows, watching as a blew out a puff of smoke. It swirled into the air as I bit the inside of my cheek, pondering on if I should tell this handsome stranger about my past. "Well, one night at 2:12am..." (Small references to the band moose blood, also deals with mature topics)