#lucienchat

{±}—Lucien put a cigarette between his lips, leaning against a wall. He checked his phone for the time, shaking his head. He was supposed to meet someone here almost an hour ago.  At this point he didn’t think they’d show at all. He patted down his pockets for a lighter, groaning as he found none.

{±}—Lucien stared forward, eyes covered by sunglasses to hide his red eyes. Not that he cared if people knew, but hangovers tended to make sunlight hurt. He noticed someone looking his way, and barely even looked at them before pulling out a cigarette and leaning against the wall of the building behind him.

    “I don’t do autographs,” the former reality star said, lighting his cigarette and took a deep drag. “Or interviews,” he added while exhaling the smoke.

{±}—Lucien let out a soft chuckle, flicking his cigarette - only half-smoked - to the ground in front of the person who’d just told him to stop. He crushed it under the toe of his shoe, looking the other person in the eyes as he slowly ground it into the ground, a faint grin on his face - there was no warmth in it.

{±}—Lucien had no idea how he let himself be dragged to the mall by his friend - who had left him as soon as they got there because some crush had texted them. It was annoying, but he supposed he had things he should get after all. He was currently staring at a mall map like an idiot, seemingly unable to read the map.

    “What does this say?”  He asked aloud to whatever passersby might be around - the map seemed to have had the “you are here" marker removed by some vandal. He looked over his shoulder at a random stranger and pointed at the map, “I can’t make sense of this thing.” It showed amazing restraint that he wasn’t cursing the thing to high heaven.