she took a glass of wine and changed into dry clothes.
alcohol ran down her throat as she was looking a him through the window, how he was sitting on the grass with a cigarette in one hand and a bouquet of wild flowers in other.
"u have another one" she asks demanding as she sits down "what a man only with one cigarette, of course I have" he hands her a cigarette and she puts it in her mouth, he lights it up.
the smoke cloud flies above their heads.
"u r invited to a dinner with us since my uncle is paying for your college in England, have something nice on", she says walking back to the house and throwing the cigarette to the bin.
smile forms on his face as he shakes his head a bit and starts walking to his small house about one third mile away...
