Despite the fact that Jo hadn't been intimate in weeks, she still, surprisingly, avoided giving into temptation. This dry spell was one of her longest yet, and the itch was almost as strong as her itch to return to Venezuela. Still, the suggestion changed nothing. The hurt of his lies was still painfully written into her skin.

Her eyes trailed the smoke into the night sky. Smoking never grew on her the way it did so many of her peers. She didn't mind it, it just wasn't her thing. "Good night, Holsten." She said firmly.