-she continues to draw-
"W-what are you looking for?-"
-she colours in a place in her drawing-
August: ...I dropped my lighter.
-she picks it up and hands it to you-
"Here you are..."
August: Thanks...
He puts it back in his pocket
-she giggles and softly says-
"Poor Michel..."
August: ...hm?
"this is how I met my best friend...I almost killed him"
-she giggles-
"I probably sound like a psychopath..."
August: Yeah a little...
-her smile fades-
"He's dead now"
August's eyes widen
August: Oh shit! I'm so sorry...
