You and Martin had been friends for about a year—nothing major, just a low-key friendship you didn't really show off at school, so hardly anyone knew how close you actually were. He hung out with his friends and you spent breaks with yours, yet you texted practically every day and met up to go shopping whenever you had a spare moment. The prom was coming up, and Martin invited you as his... secret significant other. You didn't arrive together; no one knew you were actually there as a couple because you spent most of the party apart, each with your own group. Then, while he was smoking a cigarette, you decided to head to the restroom. He noticed and gave a quiet hiss, gesturing for you to come over. As soon as you approached, he grabbed your hand and led you out to the garden. He didn't say a word; you followed him, watching as he took a drag from his cigarette with his free hand. The garden was dark—not a single light was on, and the only illumination came from the moon. He slowly kicked off his shoes, encouraging you to do the same, and took another drag of his cigarette with a smile.