The evening breeze of the summer night hit their faces, the warmth feeling ticklish against their skin.

Waylen lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before asking, "Have you been tried smoking?"

Leonel shook his head.

It wasn't that Leonel wasn't into vices. Rather, he just hadn't thought about it.

Waylen nodded with satisfaction. “It's good that you don't smoke."