Emma got to class early, finding the teacher, Mrs. Hildesheim, more on edge than usual. Relieved at the sight of Emma, she quickly got from up behind her desk and walked over.
"Ah, good, Emma. You're early. Listen, I've got a favor to ask... You smoke, right?" She leaned in on her conspiringly, then added, with a hopeful glint "Mind if I..."
"Oh. I left my pack outside, Mrs. Hildesheim." She said, taken by surprise by the request. The school had a strict non smoking policy among teachers. Then she giggled, taking in her shaking fingers. She needed a nicotine fix, bad. "Although I may have one tucked away in a side-pocket."
Moments later they were standing out of sight, behind an state-mandated but never used or maintained emergency exit. Mrs Hildesheim was sucking away in utter bliss, blue steam floating from her lips as she sighed a happy sigh. Emma, standing there out of solidarity, not knowing what else to do, started up a conversation.
"So, smoking for long?" Emma inquired politely, trying to stay out of the column of smoke that surrounded her.
"No, not at all. I don't smoke. At least, not until now." She sighed, looking at the glowing stump, taking one last drag. "I suddenly just got this craving on my way here. Minutes before you arrived. Oh well, It's not so bad. Thanks again, Emma." She discarded the bud, giving her a thankful smile. "I owe you."
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