I huff out a laugh and steal one more glance behind me, just to make sure. there's no more. Now that I'm wound up it's not easy to shrug it off. I fumble in my pocket for a fresh cigarette and I spark it to life.

"I didn't hate it, no," I reply and I can't wipe the grin off my face. "I wouldn't go looking for it but...I didn't hate it. I'd do it again."