[ No, he doesn't like that smile and he answers it with a wan one of his own. ]
The rolls. Six of them. [ He would have sat down and had rice, but yesterday's spat with Kaz has on top of everything else has been killing his appetite. ] And this, [ lifting that cigarette now, before he kills it on the borrowed wooden ashtray he'd swiped on his way out. ] Is my fourth.
[ Lighting up his fifth one now, gaze level with yours, Bostova. ]
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The rolls. Six of them. [ He would have sat down and had rice, but yesterday's spat with Kaz has on top of everything else has been killing his appetite. ] And this, [ lifting that cigarette now, before he kills it on the borrowed wooden ashtray he'd swiped on his way out. ] Is my fourth.
[ Lighting up his fifth one now, gaze level with yours, Bostova. ]