My plane got delayed. I snuggled on a reasonably soft armchair with a cup of coffee pretending to read a book. I watched strangers indulge into the joy of smoking.
There has always been something mysterious about this territory. A place I have an envy for. This eerie way of relaxing.
Imagine this, dear smoker, I have no idea what chocolate, coffee or cognac tastes like while accompanied by this goodness that gets you dates and builds friendships. Is it good?