"In your mind," Benedict asserts, smiling up at the sky. Fireworks in your mind, to be clear.

"I've been going to him for years," he adds languidly, "he wouldn't fuck over a regular like that, at least if he values his business."

He takes another long, deep drag, limply grasping the hose as he blows the smoke out again.
The sun is beginning to set, a cool, humid breeze cutting the heat from off the harbor.