“This place used to look so beautiful…now it just looks….empty.” The woman remarked, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Saint brought a cigarette up to his mouth, placing it between his lips. “It was a nice little gathering place.” He cups his hands around the end of it while holding a lighter, igniting the tip and taking a breath.
The two of them stood in the Pax Praetoria, a lounge that Saint had opened up a few months after joing PIE Inc, now nothing but a cavernous room, devoid of any furnishing.
“But…” Saint started, speaking out of the side of his mouth as he holds the cigarette in place with his lips and puts his lighter away. “…it just doesn’t see the traffic it used to.”
“Well, what about the memories?” The woman asked, turning her head to look at him, her voice and look adorning her face almost imploring him to reconsider.
Saint frowned as he inhaled again, breathing in the smoke. “Better left forgotten.”
The woman looked away from him, gazing back into the empty room. “But…”
“Oh calm down, Hazel,” Saint said, slightly annoyed. “I’ll get you another job elsewhere.”
