You walk out of your house and there she is, lighting up a cigarette right in front of your eyes. Ever since you moved in next door, you wait anxiously, hoping you'll catch a glimpse of her smoking. It's almost . You walk over and attempt to say something, but all you can do is stand there watching....and all she does is ignore you, like you aren't even there. Puff after puff, she continues to act like you don't exist, almost annoyed by your presence, until she finishes her cigarette and just walks away from you, never even acknowledging you're there.

You walk out of your house and there she is, lighting up a cigarette right in front of your eyes. Ever since you moved in next door, you wait anxiously, hoping you'll catch a glimpse of her smoking. It's almost . You walk over and attempt to say something, but all you can do is stand there watching....and all she does is ignore you, like you aren't even there. Puff after puff, she continues to act like you don't exist, almost annoyed by your presence, until she finishes her cigarette and just walks away from you, never even acknowledging you're there.