You rehearse that?
The doors open onto a wet pavement. Streetlight gold on black tarmac. A distant sound of music from a basement flat. - South London 2 SCRIPT
The bus brakes sharply. The sleeping passenger jolts awake, mutters, goes back to sleep. You rehearse that
You called me at one in the morning, yeah. Said meet you at the stop. Didn’t say why. - South London 2 SCRIPT