Soft lashes, longing gazes and shy smiles. Hitched breathing and smoke clouds. Strawberry flavored gum and burning nicotine.
Shy smiles exchanged from over convenience store shelves, eyes locking around Pringles cans and beer bottles.
A simple question had fallen from chapped lips.
"Wanna get out of here?"
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