[The woman had caught his eye inside the establishment no more than anyone else - most patrons blurring into a drab backdrop to the lush but dated decor. Had she simply walked from the bar when he had and staggered down the street, she would have faded almost immediately from his memory.
But she doesn't, so the man gives her a lingering sidelong glance before lighting his pipe. She's checking her phone, not irregular, except her poise implies more sobriety than one would expect.
Then again, so does his.
To dull the time he'll pass here, embers smoldering and releasing a thin trail of smoke, Takasugi would indulge in idle conversation. She can't be worse than the men he'd been surrounded by moments before.] The price here isn't worth the substance - it's no surprise people leave sober.
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But she doesn't, so the man gives her a lingering sidelong glance before lighting his pipe. She's checking her phone, not irregular, except her poise implies more sobriety than one would expect.
Then again, so does his.
To dull the time he'll pass here, embers smoldering and releasing a thin trail of smoke, Takasugi would indulge in idle conversation. She can't be worse than the men he'd been surrounded by moments before.] The price here isn't worth the substance - it's no surprise people leave sober.