Lando |165|

You're lying on the grass next to your brother's best friend. He asked you to stay a moment to talk to him while your brother sleeps in his room, since it's late.

Lando, your brother's best friend, smokes while looking at the starry sky.

"I never understood why you smoke that... Can't you just smoke those regular cigarettes?" you ask, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.

"These are stronger..." he says, taking another drag, "...and they help me chase away my problems."

You sigh, looking back at the stars. "If you say so..."

"I'm sort of in love with you, but your brother told me to stay away from you," he says without a hint of emotion, smoking without taking his eyes off the sky.