it’s late, and the sounds of the city are quiet - newcastle finally at rest after the game. you’re leaning up against a wall as you pull out a cig

you look up see a tall figure walking down the street. as he gets closer, his features are more noticeable. his fringe falling over his eyes, the rest scraped back into a mullet to compliment his jawline.

“you’re gonna need one of these, pet.” he says, his accent strongly recognisable