She asked for a cigarette. She got something else entirely. Fourteen floors up, no names, no questions.

She shows up somewhere she shouldn't be, wearing something she shouldn't be wearing, having left someone she shouldn't have left. He doesn't send her back.

Three months of an empty rooftop. Then someone shows up with a camera instead of a cigarette, and the ugly concrete has never looked like this before.

Everything tastes different since he quit. Coffee. Street food. Rain. Her. Especially her.

The man who spent a year hiding in smoke finally steps into the light. But first, he has to sit across from the woman who put him there — and tell her why he's not coming back.