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The situation was dismal, Mark could feel each second passing before he had to go back inside. Not that they couldnât smoke in there but there wasnât time. Not to mention adding smoke to that atmosphere was almost a death sentence. Heâd have to survive on secondhand smoke wafting in from the bar.Â
Being ignored was expected, usually, Mark welcomed that! It meant he was able to walk off with wallets, entire packs of cigarettes, and drinks just for fun. But there was an urgency to this, he needed the nicotine. Man should not have to endure torture without vices. It was inhumane.Â
âLove, I was one step away from seeing what I could find on the ground. Never really been choosey, though. Itâs all the same in the end, innit? Plus menthols are easier when youâre ill. Ta.â
It took every ounce of restraint to not snatch the pack from her. He only had a few minutes left but for some sort of saving grace like this, Mark was able to find some manners. Even if only the bare minimum as he held his hand out. Â
She smiled as she offered up her open menthols pack, as well as a lighter sheâd fished out of her back. The reason for her smile of course, was his accent. It was not unlike the accent of a group of boys she knew very well, and it made her feel...at home? It was odd. Mari had never been overseas, but if she were to go anywhere, England would be her first stop. Having trained her ear on all the musicians stopping by way of California, she felt that, if she were to be surrounded by those voices and accents, sheâd feel right at home. Hell, she wouldnât mind moving to London. Everything sheâd heard about it made it sound ultra groovy.Â
âYouâre welcome,â she said watching him take her offering, the childish smile still lingering on glossy lips.Â
She pointed her finger at him like she was about to come out with some accusatory statement. âLet me guess...Birmingham.â Sheâd spent some time poring over a map of south England, in particular, and had quite a few places down in her mind. Pinning a place to a voice was hard, but Mari was almost confident sheâd nailed it.


















