Nathan inhaled deeply on the cigarette, despising the way the nicotine burned his lungs yet relishing how it cleared his mind in an instant. His foot tapped impatiently against the ground as his gaze fixed on the bar ahead. The words Banyan Pub were scrawled in a slanted font across the weathered sign above the door.
“A private section inside?” he murmured to himself, drawing in another lungful of smoke, the scent of tobacco lingering in the air.
His phone buzzed, the sound cutting through his thoughts. Annoyance flickered across his face as he glanced at the screen and saw his sister's name. With a sigh, he raised the phone to his ear, cigarette still in hand.
“What do you want, Aubrey?” Nathan said, his tone edged with impatience.
“Mom has been trying to reach you for days,” Aubrey s
