“Yeah,” he drummed his knuckles on the bin and looked at the total lack of tasks to accomplish, “I agree.”
“You don’t smoke anymore,” Billie reminded him.
“I started back up this morning.” He took his sweatshirt from under the counter and pulled it over his arms and head. “Ready.” Under the cynical glare of his boss, Brian trailed after Holly onto the front sidewalk, which was good because he didn’t feel like climbing onto the roof lately.
“So what’s up with you?” Brian’s hands weighed down the oversized pocket of his sweatshirt. He started walking on the outside of the sidewalk. The neighborhood smelled of Italian food and he could hear live jazz from a nearby bar. The street poles were still wrapped in garland and red bows.
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“You don’t smoke anymore,” Billie reminded him.
“I started back up this morning.” He took his sweatshirt from under the counter and pulled it over his arms and head. “Ready.” Under the cynical glare of his boss, Brian trailed after Holly onto the front sidewalk, which was good because he didn’t feel like climbing onto the roof lately.
“So what’s up with you?” Brian’s hands weighed down the oversized pocket of his sweatshirt. He started walking on the outside of the sidewalk. The neighborhood smelled of Italian food and he could hear live jazz from a nearby bar. The street poles were still wrapped in garland and red bows.