‘’Don’t be scared of the pet name’s kitten,
‘Should be glad our ways of adressing someone aren’t as verbal as the Omerta’s, right? ‘’
Benny would take a drag from the cigarello he was holding, his eyes slightly squeezing shut as he inhaled, the room filling with smoke as he exhaled.
‘’ Goals are for slobs, a goal is something you won’t achieve, like ‘ I’m going to quit smoking this year’ or ‘ I’m going to be a better person’
Yet a destination is a road you have planned ahead, that is what i mean by that.’’
She waved her hand at the wafting smoke. She sharply inhaled while the smoke was pushed away for the few seconds. Now she’d have to wash a second time that day.
“I see what you are saying. It’s a fine outlook, honestly. A fine one for positive thinking, I believe… So then how about this: What is your destination going to be like, Benny….?”
She then realized she never heard anyone given his last name.
Most out here didn’t have one anyways.
Benny, grinned, pushing his cancer stick onto the ashtray, killing the fire.
He shrugged humbly.
“ Always used to say my destination was succes–
But with that achieved what could i want more?
That’s right more succes, and i’ll have my ways.’’
Benny tilted his head, smiling kindly at the woman.
‘’ But enough about me, right?’’