Eleven

tweleve.

"it's indigo and i came to give you this."

i walked over and handed him his sweatshirt.

"glad to have this back."

"thank you dallas for lending it to me."

he raised up an eyebrow.

"i never told you my name."

"the respetionist told me."

"don't trust her, she's a bitch."

he folded up the sweater and placed it in his bag.

"noted. so your parents named you after a location."

"yea. you can say that."

"so your names texas?"

"no. it's dallas, there's a difference." he said taking out a cigarette.

"dallas is in texas."

"yeah so."

"well when i was little we focused more on states then we did cities?"

he came up to me and stood right in front of my face.

"i guess that makes you an idiot then." with that he blew a puff of smoke in my face.

"you can go now."

i inhaled the smoke, causing me to cough.

secondhand smoke is one hell of a substance.