Instead

as reply to nobody famous enough

Enough time passed and he just had to ask.

“Whose that?”

“Uh what oh he’s he’s one of my friends. My mates. From back in the day. We’d take pictures, draw pictures always trying to out do one another.”

“So he’s not famous? I could have sworn I’ve seen him before”

“No no well in Cambridge he was. People knew him around. But not like movie star or anything.”

“He looks familiar.”

“Yeah just has that look about him.”

They both shifted around on his mattress. It was always weird when two people were on the bed together. Like something was supposed to happen. 

They made sure to sit further apart than normal. 

“Do you ever go back? Do you miss it?”

“Ah hard to say. Parts I do, other parts I don’t really care. It’s small everywhere is so small.”

“Yeah it always seems like that.”

Marx Love took a swig of his beer.

“You ever go to England?”

Marc’s mind brought him to a train with that woman. They were going to Cambridge but he had never made it there. He wanted to say something like that. 

“No me. Never.” He said instead.