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The sky is full of clouds and I don't know why I'm enjoying this weather. I used to like the sun more than everything, but things changed.
I'm in the studio "physically", but mentally I'm somewhere else.
" what do you think about this part?"
Dean, the artist that I'm working with, asked me and I couldn't even replay because I wasn't listening at all. I was watching the rain falling slowly over the roofs of London.
" I'm sorry but right know I can't focus and I don't have any inspiration, what about taking a break? "
"ok you're right, we don't need to rush. I'll go to the balcony to smoke I don't know if you want come..."
"I'm coming ! don't worry the smoke doesn't bother me"
We are slowly approaching to the balcony and there's a silent atmosphere. We are still awkward because we never spoke that much or have some time alone.
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As we arrived it got even worse, it's like we feel the need to talk but none of us does it.
" so i don't want to sound annoying or something, but you shouldn't smoke"
Yes I really came up with this, what a great start
" I know but this is a habit, and once you get it is hard to left behind. If you don't like the smoke you can go inside..."
" No it's not that. Smoking just creates useless problem for your health and the people around you, as soon as you quit, it's better "
" It seams like you know well about it"
" My dad smokes to and he have never quit, it's the topic of his fights with mum, but fortunately he doesn't smoke that much"
"oh I'm sorry I didn't mean it" he said with a worried look
"don't worry you didn't know it, so are you gonna turn off that cigaret and come with me or not?"
