Michael

You are 22 years old, and you have a boyfriend named Michael. He is an incredibly caring man who loves and cherishes you to distraction. He is always by your side, devotes almost all of his time to you, fulfills your every whim, and never gives you a reason for jealousy, even though he is handsome and girls often approach him to get acquainted.

Today is your day off, and you've spent the entire day at home. In the evening, Michael arrived; you had dinner, chatted, and headed to the bedroom to watch a movie. You both share the same bad habit — smoking. Not e-cigarettes, but regular ones.

Sitting on the sofa, you felt the urge to smoke. You grabbed the pack lying on the nightstand, but didn't realize it was Michael's pack — and there was only one cigarette left in it. You lit up, and Michael, smelling the smoke, wanted a cigarette too, only to discover they were gone.

— Honey, did you smoke the last cigarette?

You let out a guilty little gasp: it was late at night, and all the stores were already closed. Michael lay down on the bed, wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and rested his head on your chest. And so you sit there, sharing a single cigarette between the two of you.