John put the joint in his pocket hurriedly.
"Hey, John, what are you up to?" It was Percy.
"Oh, it's you Percy," John said, somewhat relieved. He pulled the joint out. "Wanna smoke?"
Percy looked around nervously. "Er... sure..."
John thought a second but then Percy said, "we shouldn't do that here, you know?"
"I know, I know... I was just waiting on..." John stopped talking.
"Waiting on who? It doesn't matter, anyway. Let's go to the office buildings."
John reluctantly agreed. As they began to saunter away, John turned to look back once more. In the distance was Tunde. John paused for a half-second, his heart skipping a beat. But Percy's motion dragged him along. He turned to look at Tunde in the distance, one last time. Lucky bastard. "Had it not been for Percy," he muttered to himself.
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