chapter 8: compendious

Seth stood out in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette, looking up at the stars that weren't obliterated by the stuttering streetlights. It was 10 pm, first shift break. The night was cool with a hint of the cold front he'd heard was moving in, but it felt good, especially on his right hand, which was starting to swell a little due to its contact with Leo's nose and jaw. Seth took a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled up into the night.