I move down the steps, away from the men, and they return to conversing about a football match once I’m out of the way. Not paying attention to my whereabouts, one of the girls inside opens and closes the door, throwing out a cigarette end, and I catch head security glance back with a satisfied nod. He thinks it’s me going back inside, I guess and hasn’t spotted me sliding away to be shielded by the stair wall. He goes back to chatting, and I’m forgotten so easily.

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