‘ tough-guy like you, ‘ alice was small, but seemed smaller in the moonlight, STANDING NEXT TO HIS FRAME with very little concern. strangers / strangeness. she wasn’t a girl who lived in fear. new york city night seemed glitter in its own filth, still clicking with people and lost tourists. alice looked up at him, square in the eye. ‘ do you got a lighter on ya? ‘ / @trydios
“ tough - guy ? what gave that away ? ” words came paired with a sly smirk . a hidden truth yet to be revelaed . zippo is removed from the chest pocket and held in his hand . are you deserving of it ? he’ll hold it out to her . eyes glancing over the stranger before returning to what was in front of him . “ and what would you be ? ”