Lynn

“perfection~!” i sit at my cubicle, a cup of cold beer in my hands as i hear the conversations of fellow bar patrons around me, the air smells thick of strong alcohol and cigarette smoke, which reminds me i take a pack of cigarettes out and light one, inhaling the harsh smoke, the feeling brings a sense of calm to me as i finish my cigarette the door opens, and in walks a piece of eye candy, i dont notice it, but my eyes lazily drift, following their movements as i absently sip my beer