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KITTY WATCHED AS THE SMOKE escaped past her lips, twirling in the air before her eyes until it disappeared from view. Her back was pressed against the side of the building. One of her legs propped up with the bottom of her boot resting against the wall. She kept her eyes focused ahead of her. Not really looking at anything. Simply stuck in the darkness of her thoughts. Only snapping out of it when she heard the back door swinging open, loud footsteps coming her direction.
"You all right?"
She tilted her head to the side. Spotting Richie standing there. An unusual look of concern on his face. His hands were shoved in the beat up leather jacket he always wore before he fished them out, holding a packet of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other.
She nodded, "Yeah. You?"
He nodded back, "Yeah. Mind if I join?"
"Not at all," Kitty shook her head. She looked away from him, hearing his footsteps getting closer before he came to a stop beside her. Leaning his back on the outside of the building. His arm brushing hers as he lifted the lighter to the cigarette he popped in his mouth. The flames dancing around and kissing the end of it.
He inhaled the smoke and shoved the lighter back into his pocket. His leather jacket rubbing against hers making it squeak momentarily. Silence enveloping the pair. The only thing that was heard was the usual commotion happening on the streets of Chicago and the occasional sniffle of Richie.
She felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. But instead of answering it, she simply shut her eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. She knew very well who was calling her. The same person that had been trying to call her for the past two days now. Despite her telling him to fuck off and lose her number. Even after blocking his number, he'd still find ways of reaching her. Either using one of the many burner phones he owned, or using one of his mate's phones. He continued to try and get back in touch with her.
Richie glanced down at her, "You not gonna answer that?" He questioned. Confused as to why she hadn't even bothered to look at who was calling. Instead her eyes were stuck to the building opposite them. Looking as if she was in a trance.
"Nope."
He watched her carefully. Noting how exhausted she looked. Her pale skin seemed even paler than usual. Contrasting with the darkness of her jet black hair. Her green eyes were dull and bloodshot. Like she hadn't been sleeping or had been crying. Or both.
"Who's calling?" He asked, knowing that she must know who it was for her not to answer.
