"Those'll be the death of you, ya know."

Dan grimaced at the sound of Lily's voice, quickly hiding the cigarette from her view. He had thought he was alone out there.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bull. I thought you said you were gonna quit."

"Well, ya. But then I thought, 'what isn't going to kill me?' Nothing's good for you anymore, they put chemicals into everything nowadays. So I figured, why bother even trying?"

"Even if you don't care about your health, I care..."

"Aww, you do love me!" Dan cut her off, for which he recieved a venomous scowl.

"As I was saying before I was interupted by a pompous little jackass," Dan let out a groan of mock pain, "I care about the smell you bring into the apartment."

"Why don't you just move out?"

"Why don't I just find a new roommate?"

"Whoa! Alright, alright. I'll quit." He flicked his cigarette into the night to emphasize his compliance, "Can't even take a joke."

"Now the rest of them." Dan moaned in frustration.

"Jesus! You're worse than my mother!" He dug into the pocket of his jacket, pulled out the pack, and shoved them into Lily's expectant hands.

"You'll thank me one day." Lily called over her shoulder as she walked back inside.

"Yeah, right."