i eat people like you for breakfast, along with some coffee and a cigarette

by Carina

bare en liten historie.

He closes his eyes, and takes a long drag off his cigarette. He opens his eyes, throws the cigarette on the ground and steps on it. He stands like this for a while, before he looks up at me.

“Sure,” he says, and hands me one.

“Do you have a light as well?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He hands me the lighter, and I light the cigarette he just gave me.

“Thank you,” I say as I give him the lighter back and turn to walk away.

“Wait,” he says after me. I turn around.

“I just gave you a cigarette. The least you can do is stand here and talk to me, just for a little while.”

“Uhm, ok,” I say, and we stand there awkwardly, without speaking.

“What’s your name?” he asks. “Mine’s Julian.”

“Nice to meet you, Julian, I’m June.” He shakes my hand, and smile for the first time since I met him three minutes ago. I smile back.

“Are you enjoying the concert, June?”

“I am. Are you?”

“I am.”

“Good,” I say, and we stand there, not saying anything. I finish my cigarette, and thank him again, and turn to leave.

“Hey, June?”

“Yeah?”

“It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice meeting you too.”

“See you in there,” he says.

“Yeah . . . See you in there,” I say.