C26 Breakfast, Anyone?

Flynn put his cigarette out and pushed his hands in his pockets. He glanced around casually and considered another cigarette.

It was going to be his fourth in the past hour, so he decided against it and pushed his hands deeper in the pockets of his jeans .

His burn mark had healed, but everytime he thought of Killian, he remembered the scar he was going to have because of him.

“Fucking psycho