He walked into the Garrison, already smoking a cigarette. He had to do a deal with Alfie Solomons, but- oh no. Not you. Why did it have to be you?

You were his ex. You two had broken up over business differences. You were sprawled over the chair sipping your alcohol and smoking your cigarette. You rolled your eyes when he came up to the table to do a deal with Alfie

“Oh great. What are you doing ‘ere?”