Bus LXXXIV

Jack: God, I’m dying for a cigarette

Louisa: Never knew you smoked

Jack: Only when I’m stressed

Scott: You want one then? I’ve got a pack in my bag.

Jack: Yes please!

Louisa: You smoke too, Scott?

Scott: No, I just carry them for when people ask

Louisa: How often do they ask?

Scott: This is the first time