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Alexander and Melina!
''Alexander sits alone underneath the awning of the coffee shop in town, taking short drags off cigarettes and trying to blow O's, but failing due to the cold winter wind. Defeated, he finishes off the cancer stick and extinguishes it in the snowbank.''

''Mallie steps out of the coffee shop, espresso in hand, and into the cold. She has only been back at camp for a week and has already been kicked out of the shop for smoking twice, so decides not to push her luck lest she get banned from the only place nearby that serves decent coffee. She pulls out a cigarette and reaches into her pocket for her lighter but comes up emptyhanded. Noticing Alexander had just finished one, she turns to him and asks,''

''Her accent is clearly British, but diluted from years of travelling. It's difficult to place where in the country she is from.''

''Alexander reaches into his pocket and pulls out a decently sized zippo. Scratched into the side are countless little tick marks. He pops off the cap and a flame erupts from it. He raises a brow when it finally registers that she's got a foreign accent.''

He figures he'll join her, and pulls out another cigarette of his own, lighting it after Melina does her's.

''She laughs lightly, glad to be mistaken for being from anywhere other than her home country. It isn't that she dislikes England, it's everything that comes with it; her home, her childhood, her father. She is pleased that her past is somewhat erasing itself from her voice overtime and decides not to correct him. She suspects he is from camp and feels no need to lie about why she is here.''



Alexander chuckles, and gives her a knowing smile.

''It doesn't occur to her that such a question may not be appropriate to ask a stranger, or that he might not want to answer. She still hasn't quite gotten the hang of boundaries.''

''She isn't so naive to not realise that few people are as priviledged as she, but just how little he has surprises her. From her cashmere pea coat to her fur-lined boots, it's clear Mallie comes from money. She feels guilty, a similar sort of guilt to what she felt when travelling through poor areas, but she pushes it away. Besides, she was hardly rich these days. She had spent all her savings on drugs and alcohol, and what little she had left was mostly controlled by her father. ''

''Alexander shrugs. The fact that Mallie could unironically ask such a question bothered him, but she didn't strike him as quite the morally bankrupt type just yet.''

''His words strike her a little deeper than she'd like; her life does feel empty. Mallie has only ever had to work for one thing, getting clean. She feels proud of it, mostly, but even that barely hangs by a thread. It's also not something that she feels any rewards from. The only benefit she can see is that she's not dead, which is never a guarantee. It's not that she's an awful person, but that she's only ever been surrounded by terrible people. She doesn't really know what a decent person looks like.''

''The young man stands. The silence before her answer proved to him that she's not some kind of psychopath. Putting out his cigarette, he lobs it into a nearby trash bin.''

''Again he extends his hand out for her, this time to help her out of her seat. The offer, Alexander thought, was more for her than him. Maybe Mallie was a lost soul that Alexander could help right.''

She finishes her own cigarette and tosses it onto the ground, putting it out with the heel of her boot.

She doesn't think to consider that he might have any motive other than boredom to hang out with her, not realising that some of what she has said is abnormal.

''Only a couple paces are taken in silence. Alexander starts a whistle a small tune before he cuts himself off. He take a couple faster steps so as to turn around and face Mallie as they walk down the sidewalk.''

''It occurs to Alexander that she might not be Australian, but he shrugs it off. If she weren't Australian she would have corrected him earlier. ''

''She's a little torn between sticking to her lie and honesty. She had been to Australia several times before, so it wouldn't be difficult to keep up her ruse, but she knows now is a good time to come clean. ''

'''I'm an addict and I was in rehab' doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, so she omits that part of her past. ''

''Alexander twirls dramatically and takes his place back at her side again. He slides his hands into his pockets.''