Gardens; late morning; Deacon and Nick
"So I'm gonna call Lara I guess and see what she thinks," Deacon was saying to Nick. "But I dunno. The playlist for this one is just givin' me a hard time."
He took a drag off his cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out his nose. They were sitting in one of the gazebos in the garden, Deacon sitting up on a railing with his feet on the bench and elbows on his knees.