location: some street just a bit away from abbey green.
( @kalexander )
alexander is a sight for sore eyes. they are not friends, not yet, but alexander knight, british cavalry lieutenant, is a familiar and friendly face to nadir. something akin to a convenience, perhaps. nadir smiles, stride skidding to a halt as he catches up to alexander. "i was wondering, good sir," he begins, his gaze trailing from alexander's head to toe and back again, "if you could spare a moment of your time to accompany me find a quiet place for a smoke. i would not dare get lost in these parts of our ton." a lie, of course. there is no better way to spend his evening than to get lost in the crowded streets of london, although perhaps a willing companion to do it with would be the exception.
