━━━⠀❛ 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑭𝑼𝑮𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑨 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑨𝑫𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬. ❜
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 their paths crossing was the best thing that ever
happened to Lucas and Max... or maybe the worst. •°. *࿐
❝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧...
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𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒, 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒
𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔ᵗʰ, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗
IT WAS A COLD autumn night. He walks straight towards Dust & Dynamite's Bar. He feels the cold night breeze taking away his breath. He makes his way to the entrance of the bar, adjusting his leather jacket around his shoulders. He dodges a group of friends chatting animatedly so that he can enter the premises. Upon entering, the scent of tobacco and potato chips, mixed with the sounds of conversation, glasses clinking, and jazz playing in the background, surround him.
Beautiful waitresses float around the room with a purple atmosphere, holding trays to warmly serve the regulars.
Tall windows run the length of the wall to the left of the bar, reflecting the light when it's already dark outside. The man chooses an empty table near the large window at the back of the room and takes off his jacket, as the pleasant heat inside the bar is the complete opposite of outside.
He lit a cigarette and picked up a newspaper that had been left on the table. He hadn't been to the crowded bar for a while, but he thought it would be a good idea to go back to his hometown and relax a bit, drink a good whisky, maybe even meet an old friend for a chat. And most of all, enjoy the time he had left in freedom.
He takes a long drag on his cigarette and exhales slowly. He unconsciously reached into his pocket and froze when he realized he didn't have his wallet with him. He tilted his head back and snorted in obvious frustration. Or had he dropped it on the way?
He tossed his cigarette into the ashtray. He stood up and was thankful that his small brown leather wallet was right next to him on the floor. He crouched down and put it in his pocket, but as he prepared to return to his seat, he felt a sharp jolt followed by a tremendous burning sensation on his skin. The sound of porcelain shattering on the floor startled the other customers.
"Oh my- I'm so sorry, are you okay?" The girl he had bumped into apologized as she realized the damage that had been done. The boiling coffee on the tray had spilled all over him with the impact.
"I-I was just coming from the table and the customer called me and I looked back and... and I didn't see him coming. I apologize." She apologized, spitting out a bunch of words in a few seconds as she picked up the broken glass from the floor.
