As promised, Saint was at the proposed meeting spot at 7am; dressed in clothes that didn't fit, hair starting to curl around his ears and the nape of his neck. He twiddled a lighter in his long fingers, glancing around suspiciously.
For a moment, they almost didn't go. Just for a moment, because they really didn't have anything else to do.
They managed to dress as appropiately as they could for a casual hangout (if you could call it that). Of course, they brought at least three brands of cigarettes they kept meticously hidden.
Upon seeing them, they simply spoke to make themselves known. "Hey." No need to ask for formalities. They didn't want or need that.
Bell handed the other a cigarette box.