"Thanks," Bev leaned in and drew in slightly on her cig to catch the tip with a flame. Once she had a good cherry going she leaned back and took a deep drag with a salaciously satisfied sigh.

"Yeah, help yourself. It makes it easier to justify when you just really need a smoke." Or at least it made people laugh. Smoking was a dirty secret for most places in New York, and she'd never really gotten into the whole vape thing. Maybe she was too damned old for that fad.

"This place is weird right? I remember malls like this when I was a kid, don't see them much anymore." Nt with the decore like this, but this whole place felt a little bit, what was the word? Anachronistic?