Three eggs.

Nate watched as she cooked. She had a small frying pan with nothing in it but a slither of dirty fat. She slid it around left and right like a calm wave.

'Do you have a light?'

Lombard took out a lighter, it was squeezed tightly in her back pocket and her long fingers worked hard to pry it free.

She broke three eggs into a bowl and whipped them lazily.

'Do you want a drag?'

She kept whipping. Then stopped for a second and said, 'drugs make you weak.'

'There's only one drug man. And the rest, well the rest I've learnt ain't much of worth.'

'You're talking about weed?'

'What else?'

Lombard poured the eggs into the pan, sipped her coffee and stared out the window. He'd be here soon and then they'd be well and spectacularly fucked.

Lombard looked down at Nate's leg.

'Why are you wearing one sock?'

'You can't moderate how i sheave these feet. For your information I only own one pair and of that one pair one sock was made sodden and would not dry.'

'Did you try the radiator?'

Nate stood and thought hard. Then there was a knock on the door.