Waiting

We were both waiting. I was waiting to see what she would do, and she was waiting for her cigarette to finish. Cars drove past, people walked by, and we both kept our positions, waiting. Had I known what she was thinking it would not have been quite so interesting, the possibilities forced no constraints on my imagination. With all of the mystery she offered when I first saw her, she blew her last puff and went back inside.

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