Matthew or Thunder

mateo was your best friend, who smoked. If it were up to him, he'd smoke a whole pack of cigarettes, something that bothered you, not only because of the pungent smell but also because of his own health.
Today, as usual, the two of you were on the balcony, you were staring at him, at the cigarette, and at him.

—I'm not going to quit smoking, I'll let you know.

He said while exhaling the smoke from the cigarette.