she brings the cigarette to her lips, taking a slow drag of the tobacco; pink lipstick staining the butt as she pulls it away with an exhale of smoke.
“ congrats, munson, ” she offers him, ⤸
“ i think it’s the kids that keep me here. maybe a little influence of my parents. i don’t know —— i’ve tried to book it but . . . fuck, i always end up right back here. ”
her nose twitches again and this time she takes a longer ⤸
whisky eyes flicker up from the cigarette on the ground to the boisterous voice —— a *𝒇amiliar voice she hadn’t heard in a while.
“ eddie munson, ” she hums out, nose twitching as he lights his zippo with no problems. ⤸
eyes narrow slightly as she bends down to pick up the cigarette she angrily discarded to the gravel at her feet.
“ italy. that’s in europe, by the way. ” a beat of silence from her, followed by a sigh. ⤸
quiet﹙ 𝘤𝘩𝘬, 𝘤𝘩𝘬, 𝘤𝘩𝘬’s ﹚could be heard as her thumb tries to strike alive a flame; followed by a loud groan as she’s met with *𝒏othing. frustrated —— manicured fingers flick the unlit cigarette to the ground.










