Walking up the rusty fire escape, Kaitlin knew what to expect; Derek would be sitting on the balcony with a toothpick between his lips and a half full ashtray at his feet.
However when she reached the third floor, she squinted in the dim moonlight to make what looked like dried blood trailing from a broken nose, staining the collar of his grey tshirt and his left hand covered in half formed scabs.
"What in hell happened to you?" she asked, setting her bag down and sitting in front of him, leaning back against the railing of the balcony.
"Got in a fight."
"Well obviously."
"What else do you want to know?"
He lit a cigarette and looked over her shoulder as he exhaled.
Kaitlin took the cigarette out of his hand and took a drag.
"Why did you get in a fight?"
"Because."
"Goddamnit, give me something to work with here."
"I," he passed her the cigarette and cracked his knuckles, "I don't know if it was real or not."
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This is interesting. It makes me want to know more about the characters.
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