❛ can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here. ❜
ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ ;🩸
Noel looked up from lighting his cigarette in time with the metal echoing through the back of the bar - he needed fresh air and while he didn't usually mind the noise and crowd, that night it all felt like a bit too much for just a moment, so he exchanged the music for the company of tobacco. It wasn't an odd request, but it came as a surprise given the environment they were in. "Sure." He began a bit skeptically, giving him his spare phone —one without any important things, of course— before taking a long drag of his cig.
Had he been in unsafe places for too long that he was cautious of being mugged in that moment? Yes, but it never hurt to keep an eye out, did it?