She watched as the smoke floated into the morning sky, the sun just peeking out from its blanket of night. Smoking was a horrible habit of his; he always started the morning off with one. As much as it bothered her, she grew passive about it over the years despite her aggressive sign. Perhaps it was her way of combatting his stubborn one.
"When the time comes…"
Maybe it took those years to learn how to be a better person and how to go about things in a better way. Maybe it had to take overreactions and senseless arguments. One thing is for certain, they needed the time to become friends again.
And they will always need the time to grow into something more.