Scripted

Cigar smoke drifts across the room
and cradles the aroma of fresh espresso
to the doorway that she daintily enters through.
It dances across her beauty so sublime,
yet her pretty nose says otherwise
as her hands shoo it away like they would a needy pet.

I know that look her blue eyes throw;
she just didn't want it kissing her before I did.

I suppose it's not her fault for walking in when she did.
A little patience would have seen this go in her favour.

Funny how some things can only happen one way.