You are on a late night walk through the park by your house and as you slowly saunter forward, I walk past you. A trail of smoke behind me, I notice you and turn around to take a deeper look. I look you up and down, while holding my cigarette up to my lips. Blowing clouds against the moon. I figure that you aren't really much to look at, even when I take my glasses off; so I turn around and walk away. You have made your way through the park and are coming to the deepest part of the exit. The tunnel. You hear my high heels clicking against the cold concrete so you stop and soon enough, you s... Show more