
She walked down the small set of stairs before she headed out the exit. She didn’t feel like going through the movie crowd at the lobby. She pulled a cigarette out of her clutch, looking over at him, “You don’t mind…do you?” She asked, “It’s a nasty habit.”
“Better?” he echoed. There were a couple of things that came to mind, like the advances in medicine and technology, but...
Alice thought for a second. She did love all things vintage didn’t she? “I guess, I never intended it but I do love...