He blew out a puff of smoke. It wafted back in their direction, getting in her face. He apologized and turned in the other direction.
“What do you mean?” he asked. He had that weird croaky voice people got in the middle of smoking.
“You’re a radiotherapy tech and you’re smoking.”
He shrugged as if missing her point.
“On the bright side, you have the contacts if you need it,” she went on.
Riley looked a little offended. “Quitting is harder than you think.”
“I guess.”
They were silent for a minute. It was quieter outside. Irene could hear the music indoors, though muffled, as well as Andy’s loud voice. Still, it was peaceful.
She sipped on her drink slowly because she was tired and it was hitting her faster than it normally would. She stared at the floor and imagined what it would be
