On Holiday (Closed to Cece)

“If I’m not mistaken…that’s the faraway gaze of a man who’s strung out.” commented Cecelia, sidling up behind his bench. She’d followed the smell of cigarette, the glow of the light. “Penny for your thoughts, pet?”

Eric turned to look at his friend, offering a halfhearted smile. “Strung out, ye say?” He expelled a breath of thick smoke. “No’ sure it’s somethin’ I can talk out. Sorry, love."

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She grinned, patting his chin in turn. “Ready to go?” She clearly was, down to her travelling hat.
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“Fair enough,” Came his cheery reply as he slipped in with a polite of his head and a quick peck to her cheek.