"Eggy what? Never mind, I'm not. I'm just saying-"
"Well say less."
We sat in ferocious silence while the tension gathered in clouds around us. I couldn't see through the haze. It was different smoking inside, and I didn't like it. My lungs were layered in tar and couldn't take much more. I can hardly make it up a gentle hill these days, so they weren't ready for this challenge.
I wheezed out as quietly as possible.
"You wanna get out of here?" I asked.
"Not really. Not till you apologise."
I stared at him blankly, waiting for my frustration to subside before I said anything I would regret.
"Don't you know I'm not your..." I lost my words in my thoughts and my mouth stopped moving.
"You're not my what?"
"I'm not your 'little miss city' anymore."
