a café cigarette

She waved her cigarette through the air, chatting animatedly, the cigarette sending up noxious twirls of smoke, like small smoke signals punctuating her sentences. He watched her, transfixed by her energy. That, he thought, with such finality it was almost arrogant, is the one for me.

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