Holsten gave her a small shrug as he reached for another cigarette. He'd tried and she hadn't told him to fuck off entirely. He could still make an attempt at it but he doubted she'd go for it.
"You are if you're headed to my flat," he said, his face now just as stoic as her own as he lit another cigarette.
"You are if you're headed to my flat," he said, his face now just as stoic as her own as he lit another cigarette.