"georgie, fancy seeing you on this side of the tracks."

i shook my head, sitting next to him on the grass beside the tracks. i kicked at the ground twisting my pick around in my fingers as i recalled the week before.

when he just left in the middle of my performance, "so you're just going to sit here forever?"

"that's the plan," he said, taking in a drag of his cigarette.

i sighed as miles smiled at me crookedly, "can i ask you a favor?" he asked after he blew out through his nose, mine wrinkling at the smell.

"i'm not going to push you in front of a train."