He was sitting in the café inhaling the smoke of a cheap cigarette and sipping a bitter espresso.
She passed by the café wearing a tight short skirt, while her expensive perfume was enfolding the air.
“Oh, my god!” he sighed, “I’m eager to know what is there under that floral short skirt.”
He lit another cigarette under the shock of astonishment and sipped a little bit of his espresso forgetting about its bitterness. “Perhaps, there are two lovely delicious watermelons or two adjacent abutting soft sand dunes,” he murmured innocently.
The woman faded away in the crowd while his pleasure faded away to the rhythm of the mirage-like waltzing of his smoke when the waiter gave him the bill.
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