Puff of Smoke

Nicotine, Liqueur and Maybe

Photo by Gabrielle Maurer on Unsplash

She sat in the corner table of the patio because Aaron the server told her she could hit her 100 occasionally, discreetly, and blow the smoke down the Ainsworth alley, which had a breeze that always seemed to blow north.

She thought Aaron might have a thing for her. She was cool with it either way. At least she got to smoke.