"Why do you follow me?" she asked Niall.
Niall smiled. "You told me to."
"When?" she asked lighting up a low tar cigarette.
"You said that who would've believed that I had a bad side. I said that I don't. Then you said that if I didn't, I wouldn't follow you and you left. I followed." Niall grinned at her.
B smiled. She liked Niall, the innocent boy she was oddly infatuated with. He was fun.
"Low tar?"
