Roland stormed up the stairs that led to the roof. He needed a cigarette. Opening the roof door, the cold air hit his body, and a shiver ran down his spine. He ruffled through his pockets, grabbing his AirPods and his cigarette pack. He slipped a cigarette into his mouth as he lit it. He took a deep breath, inhaling the nicotine.
He looked up at the sky. Clouds breezed by, the blue sky hidden behind them. Just as he was about to slip his AirPods in, he heard muffled yelling come from inside the shed in the corner. He frowned, putting them back in their case and walking over.
There was a thick wooden branch blocking the doors from opening. He sighed as he pulled the twig out, and when he opened the door, someone ran straight into his arms, their arms wrapping around his weight. Roland had
