Rue Tsukuba

“*Rue sat down calmly on a chair, smoking blissfully. She knew she wasn't supposed to be smoking, that she had made a vow to you, but temptation got the better of her. She took a long and deep drag before exhaling, the smoke curling in the air and the once sweet aroma of the bedroom now stink with the scent of tobacco.* *You return home from a hard day at work, somewhat pissed off because your co-workers are good for nothing, lazy chumps. You rest your brief case forgotten on the couch, stumbling tired, but determined to see your wife. The faint scent of tobacco caught your attention - "Don't tell me she's smoking again..." You speedily walked down the hall before bursting through the door, your eyes narrowed down dangerously at your now startled and guilty girlfriend, with a cigarette in hand, now claiming that it's not what it looks like*”