Nikki sat in Dotty’s Diner. Looking down at the menu even though he got a Jack and Coke every single time. A scrawny kid, Tommy claimed to be a drummer had approached Nikki at some point. Brainstorming that maybe the rest of London should go fuck themselves and they could make their own band. Nikki liked the idea.

Yet, his eyes constantly trailed to a figure he had seen in the diner a few times before. Nikki couldn’t stop staring.

“Yeah, auditions will go great.” Nikki said and stood up.