I sit and I start devouring my nails not due to the hunger but the lack of plain outside and the rain strums harder and Faris just wobbles slightly.
“Why the fuck are we even waiting here?” He smirks and I light a cigarette at which Faris wants to say something but in the end closes his eyes, head and leans back, his bright flowery shirt unbuttoning and the collar a bit ripped on the end.
