Like every other day, the young woman finds some time to collect her chaotic thoughts and put them into words.

I've never really had a thing for cigarettes. But lately, just looking at it is making me sicker than usual. And the smell...the stench of freshly smoked cigarettes on a person can be so overwhelming it's nauseating. It doesn't help that he's bad-ass enough to wear that stench along with his cologne every day. 

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And today, while I was a standing mess and feeling like collapsing, a strange man approached me. He stood next to me in silence before politely offering me a cigarette from his half-emptied pack. Then made a trite statement about not being able to find Coffee Bean. 

"Do I look like I smoke?" I asked him incredulously.

He flashes me a small smile and says, "No, but you look like you need one."

"Trashy. Just trashy." I find myself replying.

Needless to say, he eventually left me alone when I told him that I was as lost as he was and if he didn't want to be late; he'd better leave. PFFT. Strangers - they never get the hint.

But now, I'm wondering what cigarettes taste like with coffee.

I'm really surprised I have quite a number of readers and well, it's making me feel self-conscious now.