[He was selecting tangerines at a fruit stand. One can never buy enough tangerines, or so he believes. Naturally, the man so nonchalantly heading in his direction is enough to make his heart leap in his chest. And the talk about smoke feels almost like a veiled accusation, doesn't it? Why, he didn't burn anything this time!
It takes him a few more seconds, and some gratuitous tangerine squeezing, to realize what the nondescript man actually wants from him.]
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It takes him a few more seconds, and some gratuitous tangerine squeezing, to realize what the nondescript man actually wants from him.]
I do not smoke, sir.