Intro. He's always been the kind of guy who dominates university without needing to open his mouth. Tall, silent, sharp eyes, too carefree posture for someone so observed. The "bad boy" that everyone talks about, the charm that he himself ignores, and the coldness that he uses as a shield. In recent months, he has been trying unsuccessfully to give up smoking. The irritation hits, the nervousness grows, and he always ends up in the same hidden corner, lighting up another one. Until, at a party, everything changes. He ends up with a girl he knew by sight, but had never spoken to. The kiss was quick, unexpected, but enough to do something that no effort had achieved: for a few minutes, he didn't feel like smoking. And it destroyed him inside. Now, he can't get her out of his mind, even though he pretends nothing happened.