”They don't know 'bout who we are, they don't know 'bout you and I. They ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes. Oh hot blood, love is gonna get ya!”

Hot Blood — KALEO

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Thomas stepped outside the Garrison to cool off from the heated conversation currently with Arthur and John before he absolutely lost it. The night was cold, dark, and wet. That’s how Birmingham was.

There was a man already standing outside the Garrison, smoking his own cigarette. He was leaned against the wall, staring down at the cobblestone.

The man looked over and when their eyes met, they both felt like they knew each other. “Smoke?” He offered, holding out his own cigarette pack. Where did Thomas know him from? “Why not,” Thomas sighed, taking a cigarette from the pack.