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I saw her standing there.
In front of the library. A packet of Marlboro Gold in her hand. She was struggling to get the plastic off.
Did somebody help her?
Is it really help if you enable a person to smoke? But yes, a tall man in his late 20’s with curly brown hair came and helped her. He then offered her to use his lighter.
Use his lighter? Yes, she did. They proceeded to smoke.
Both of them?
Yes, both of them. They smoked and talked and laughed from time to time. She was smiling all throughout their exchange.
Did her smile betray any of her feelings towards him?
If she had had feelings of a particular nature, they surely would have shown. Alas, she felt nothing but amusement at this attempt to win her over with non-fumbling hands and a lighter.
What was the topic of their conversation?
It had none. They skipped from walking dogs to the weather to building snowmen.
So it was banal?
Did the young man have anything else with him other than his lighter?
Yes, he had a brown leather messenger bag. It was worn. He seemed to have some sort of textbook in it and a couples of notes.
Economics, I think.
At what point did they break off conversation?
Right after she was done smoking. He still had half a cigarette left.
So she had smoked more quickly?
Yes, she had been shivering from the cold and drew long breaths.
He felt a little surprised by her suddenly ending the conversation, but still smiled when she turned away.
Did he proceed to smoke the rest of his cigarette in front of the library?
No, he put his cigarette out and then went inside.
DId he put his bag away before making his way up the stairs?
I presume so, although I could not see beyond the window panes as they had misted up
Not all that interesting of a story is it?
No, I suppose it’s not.