[The cigarette leaves his lips and gives place to a thumb, teeth picking idly at the nail. He's thinking, imagining the kind of places John visited, the kinds of places he could take him to. Most of the world Petre knows consists of the institute and whatever culturally relevant sites it's made him visit. Then there are the bars and darker corners of the city he explored, most of the time on his own. There's the temptation to suggest John be his tour guide, and Petre rarely doesn't give in to temptation.]
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Why wait.
[There it is.]