"…I know you're worried about me," Jack went on, his voice softer now. "But… yes, I know, I'm usually the careful one. But I'm sick of it. And I missed you. Let's just meet up tomorrow and hang out."
There was a pause, like he was listening.
"I know, I've been selfish," he added. "Always refusing to meet. I know I hurt you. But… just this once, okay? Let's just meet."
Silence followed. A few seconds later, I heard the lock click.
I straightened immediately and turned away, walking back into the main area as if I had just changed my mind about going in. I slipped a cigarette between my lips and approached a random table where a couple sat with two beers.
"Hey, sorry to bother," I said with an easy smile. "Got a lighter?"
"Yeah, man," the guy replied, pulling one out and lighting it for me.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
