In a crowded bar he calmly gazes across the room. Music blares behind him. He looks down to the table. Hand twitching slightly, his eyes move back, intrigued.
Conversations form around him, but he continues his cycle.
She takes notice and watches his eyes drift, his hand moving mechanically. She hadn't seen him in years, yet not much has changed.
Minutes pass. His hand stops, he gets up and walks across the room. Approaching a man with a dark hat, sunglasses, mustache and beard, he introduces himself and hands over a piece of paper.
The man laughs, they shake hands. New friends, they rejoin the table.
Out of gratitude, the man pulls out a stiff cigarette and lighter. The man tips the cigarette with something and passes it to him. He smokes, much obliged, and passes it back. They part ways -- one with a sketch of himself, the other a bit hungry.
As they walk to the car, his arm around her shoulders, he tells her, "You should have tried it."
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Thanks for writing this.
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