As soon as Dylan and Kevan took their seats, one of the groom's relatives approached them. He offered them cigarettes, trying to get on their good side.

"It's such an honor to meet you, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Shields," he said in a flattering way.

Kevan remained aloof and motionless, leaving the person's hand hanging awkwardly.

The atmosphere became somewhat uncomfortable.

Dylan quickly but politely declined the offer.

"Sorry, we don't smoke."

Unlike Kevan's distant demeanor, Dylan continued