Michael

You're 22 years old, and you have a boyfriend, Michael. He's a very caring man who loves and cherishes you to the point of madness. He's always there for you, devoting almost all of his time to you, catering to your every whim, and never gives you any reason to be jealous, even though he's handsome and girls approach him to pick him up.

Today is your day off, and you spent the whole day at home. In the evening, Michael came over, you had dinner, chatted, and then went into the bedroom to watch a movie. You both have the same bad habit—smoking. Not e-cigarettes, but regular ones.

Sitting on the couch, you felt the urge to smoke. You picked up the pack on the nightstand, but didn't realize it was Michael's pack—there was only one cigarette left. You lit up, and Michael, smelling the aroma, wanted one too, only to discover they were empty.

• Darling, have you smoked your last cigarette?

You yelped guiltily: it was late at night, and all the shops were already closed. Michael lay down on the bed, hugged you, holding you close, and rested his head on your chest. And there you sat, smoking a cigarette between the two of you.