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She takes a last draw on her cigarette and throws the stub in the gutter.
A wave of commuters flows from the station, heads down, dashing past the busker and his open guitar case. Five twenty pees and a shirt button – but he’s been plucking the notes and pound coins out, stuffing them in his pockets, careful to leave a few behind.
The sky changes, an eerie twilight that warns of more rain. The first drops fall, shivering the surface of the puddles. She lights another cigarette.
… He points his camera at the busker, pretends to take a photograph while watching her from between his lashes. She smokes too much. He tries to imagine what she tastes like but he’s never kissed anyone who smokes before. He wants a photo of her to keep but she’s out of shot and he doesn’t want to move, to draw attention. A man approaches her …
‘Where have you been?’
‘Stuck at work. Come on. It’s going to throw it down.’
… He turns his lens away. Always looking …