Who Is He?

I raised an eyebrow as the sharply dressed man sat down at my table.

“What do you want?” I said, half bitterly.

He has a tall guy, thick and blown-by-unseen-winds dark hair that was tinged with gray.

“The question is, what do you want.” He responded coolly.

Who is this guy?

“I want a lot of things.” I said distantly.

“Name a few.” He said, blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

Wait..was that guy even smoking anything?

“I don’t have enough money for the things I want. I don’t even have money to get the ‘stuff’.”

“No money, it’s all about the deal.” He said, and his eyes flashed as he blew another puff of smoke.

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