The cool breeze blew, making the red light on the cigarette glow brighter. A small puff of smoke drifted out and touched her nose as she watched him. He was lost in his thoughts, not even aware that she had been standing beside him all along.
Angela sighed softly. No matter how angry she was, she hated seeing him like this. This was Renn—the lively guy who could make her heart race even when she didn't want it to.
"Renn," she called quietly. He turned, surprised to see her. He tried to hide the cigarette in his hand, but it was too late.
"What's wrong? I've been standing here for a while, and you didn't even notice me."
"No, I'm fine," Renn said as he placed the bottle on the car beside him. He took one last drag from the cigarette, then threw it on the ground and crushed it with his foot. Smoke still slipped out from his mouth and nose at the same time.
