Here’s hoping, then.
{A thin stream of grey smoke left her lips as they rounded a corner. Meg looked over at him, shrugging. “Not that new, been here at least a few months.” She’d lost count of how long she’d spent in the rainy town, actually, but ‘a few months’ seemed to be accurate enough. “You a Bristol boy, then?”}
Yup.
{They stopped and waited for a few cars to pass, then Cook led them both across the street, "You just visitn' or somethin'? He asked, exhaling a cloud and stepping around a few trash bins. Though Cook didn't know why anyone would want to visit Bristol, to him it wasn't a hell hole, just dull and full of memories. "Yeh, grew up with a lot of the people you see around 'ere, didn' think I'd find 'em 'ere to be honest." Another cloud of smoke filled the air around him, as he breathed out. }
