➥ location: smoker's alley, harlem st cafe ➥ status: closed starter for @alecflynn
Cool air brushed Nathan's skin, a welcome relief from an evening spent in the warm embrace of the lounge. It was quiet in the alley with most of the guests inside enjoying the show, but not everyone. He leaned his back against the wall and lit a cigarette, waiting. Sure enough, moments later there was movement down the other end. Two figures; one a faceless stranger, the other a boy he'd followed out here. He'd seen the kid around a couple of times before and with every encounter his suspicions had grown.
He watched the exchange in silence, taking in the unmistakable signs of a deal being struck. Goods exchanged hands and eventually faceless retreated, disappearing into the darkness beyond. How cliché. Seeing his opportunity, Nathan pushed off from the wall and wound his way down to the boy, who was busy shoving something into his pockets.
"You should learn to be a bit more subtle," he said in lieu of a proper greeting. "Might not be cameras out here, but you never know who might be watching."