"Ahhh!" A sound of relief arose from her when she took the first drag. "It tastes like I'm chewing freedom!"
"Well" he chuckled and puffed a tiny blue cloud into the warm air of this lovely evening. "Make sure you remember this taste. You don't get to smoke blood stained cigarettes so often, after all."
She remained silent, quietly took a handful of breathes, before she spoke. "Blood stained cigarettes. I like the sound of those words..."
And they kept on listening to burning tobacco, as the day came to its end.
"I really like it."