Man and woman, wind and cigarettes
[Emma]: What's wrong?
[Aleksander]: Damn...
[Aleksander]: That's the last thing I need...
[Emma]: You're up against an anti- smoking wind, it seems.
[Emma]: Still no luck?
[Aleksander]: Oh...
[Emma]: C'mere...
[Aleksander]: Open up a little more...
[Aleksander]: A little higher...
[Aleksander]: Thank you.
[Emma]: Did you light it?
[Aleksander]: All thanks to you.
[Emma]: Yuck!
[Aleksander]: The wind's too strong.
[Aleksander]: I can't light my cigarette.
The Narrative Oysters, wine, a bedroom
"At least it seems to suit your palate.." He didn't notice the words he said were pronounced with his mouth half-open, something caught between his lips. When we want something, we often speak with our finger in front of our mouth, but in his case, more often than not, it was a cigarette. A cigarette yet to be lit.
"I love it." She had already eaten a number of them. "One more..." she said, running her finger and fork over the silver plate. The tip of her fingers shone with lemon juice.
"It's the first time I've seen someone eating oysters with such enthusiasm!" Seeing something for the first time wasn't something he could usually do so easily. It was becoming of him. She decided these words' essence was found in the liquid that was swelling in the delicate shell. She's the one to put her finger to her mouth this time. So that she wouldn't spill a drop.
On a windy day, Aleksender, unable to light his cigarette, manages to get it lit with Emma's help. The narrative then shifts to oysters, wine, and a bedroom; as the woman eats oysters with appetite, the man watches her with such eagerness for the first time.
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