Martell's dead end

- Hi

- Hi

- How you’re doing?

- Fine

- Could you grab me a cigarette?

- Sure, where’s the lighter?

- I think I put it in your trousers

- Ok, where are they?

- Up there

- Ok, here you are

- Cheers. Your lips still taste Martell.

- Obviously. May I ask you something?

- Go ahead

- Will you love me forever?

- Sure, or at least until the dawn comes

- Ok, by the way, my name is Adam

- Patricia, pleased to meet you.

Karen Yasinsky