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A sweet fragrance of vanilla filled the air, mixing with the the traffic fumes and smell of falafel coming from the street vendors carts. She leant against a wall with an air of defiance, her scaffolding legs looked as if they could be propping the whole building up. She seemed consumed in thought, stood in isolation on that busy city street. A cloud of vapour created a curtain of privacy around her, the expressions of her mouth masked from prying eyes.
Suddenly my eyes made contact with hers. How long had I been staring at her? A second or two, or minutes? I put my head down and continued walking, pretending that I was also consumed in thought. Maybe she was just pretending too.
Vaping Lady
