The next day he waited patiently to see if the green-eyed boy would reappear. He shuffled from foot to foot, shivering a little with cold, for it was the end of autumn and the beginning of December.
"Red Marlboro."
Hearing the order, he immediately fixed his gaze on the boy's eyes. It was him, the dark-haired smoker he could forgive for being a smoker.
He was wearing glasses this time, but that only enhanced his appearance. He couldn't help but notice that his previously perfect eyebrows were plucked, but that was just a minor detail.
He handed him the box and the man across from him handed him the money again. He smiled at the blond man and walked away. The salesman's pulse quickened and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. He stayed there for the rest of the day.
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Why do you care?
Teen Fiction[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"
