" Jean-Luc takes a deep drag, flips a page of his book, and exhales. The smoke hangs in midair for a second like a ghost flashing through. In my usual world, I would’ve despised the sight and the smell of his cigarette. But this is not my usual world, and this is not my usual self. Instead, the smoke becomes a magical sight and even the smell captivates me. "

― Corey M.P. , Hearts and Errors