"This is not about me," he scolded. She leaned over to reach for something and displayed the deep gap between her beautiful breasts. If she’d leaned deeper, her bra wouldn’t have been able to constrain them. There was a mumble like "isn’t it though," followed by another quiet snort, and she resurfaced with a cigarette. Sitting in profile, as if she didn’t want to blow the smoke in his face, she opened her lips wider than she had to and slowly formed a dark red O around the cigarette. She put the lighter to the tip, and it glowed red when she sucked her cheeks into deep hollows. Like a shy girl, she looked at him through her eyelashes. She turned toward him and parted her lips and exhaled.