"And you're judgmental." I said and mock pouted. "Fine, I'll go to my apartment." I picked up my phone and started to walk away.

I had been in my lab for over 10 hours, completely engrossed in my work on the prototype. I ignored the persistent ringing of my phone, knowing that completing this device could potentially solve my problems. However, despite my efforts, the prototype continually failed, always resulting in explosions. Exhausted, I decided to take a break, heading to the balcony with a bottle of rum and a cigarette. As I stood on the balcony, Lena approached, questioning my avoidance of the phone. Startled, I turned to face her and saw her quizzical expression. "How did you know I was here?" I asked, puzzled. "Kara told me. I had no idea you worked for M. Tech," Lena replied, stepping closer. She grasped the cigarette from my hand, tossing it to the ground and extinguishing it with her heel. "Smoking is bad for you," she admonished, then proceeded to take the bottle of rum as well. "You should also avoid drinking, especially at this late hour."