She smelled the smoke before she saw him. It didn't bother her or anything. She'd tried cigarettes when she was twelve and decided they weren't for her. -But that didn't mean she hated tobacco or anything to do with it. She could recognize why others might choose it as a vice. It was exciting. It made people look cooler. It was-- for her anyways, and also for whoever was smoking on the beach-- against the law. But it tasted bad in her mouth, and she wasn't exactly positive she liked the idea of breathing in something toxic, even with all of it's perks.
Still, she turned, always giving praise to a fellow rule breaker, and smirked in Noah's direction. Laws were made to be broken, especially on an island where they were sparingly enforced.