7:30

The sun was coming out through the big windows. He walked up to the table where she was sitting, smoking a cigarette. Minutes could’ve gone by. Laying down on her lap he asked her why. He was intrigued.
“Can I have a cigarette?”, she asked.
He walked his hand into his shirt pocket, while leaning his head on her thighs. Her answer was just a mumbling disconnection of thoughts “Always lost but never losing track.”
“How about if we kissed?” he rambled.
She turned her back towards him. “Always lost and never losing track. Good night.” She walked away feeling watched. At the corner of the corridor she heard him opening the door and walking in, searching for the warmth of his girl’s bed.