A/N: Another idea that I'm toying with having be a full story. Anyone interested in reading more of this?
"Jude!" The word is very near a screech, and Jen's cup of soda hits the floor of the mall. "What are you /doing/?"
The blonds head snaps up, eyes wide and lips parting. His cigarette hits the floor, the gentle glow going out.
"Are you /smoking/?" Jen demands, because that couldn't be what she just saw.
"No?" asks Jude, hoping that's a good answer. He slips his lighter into his back pocket, and maybe this wasn't the best idea ever.
"You were! You were smoking!" cries Jen, and she just sounds so appalled by the idea. "Don't you know how gross that is? And dangerous, too!"
