You're standing in the doorway, unsure of whether to join me or retreat. The room is dimly lit. The smell of tobacco is thick in the air. I take a long drag from my cigarette, my eyes squinting against the smoke. I don't see what the big deal is, I say gruffly, not bothering to hide my annoyance at the interruption. It's not like anyone out there even notices I'm gone. I look at you. I'm not much of a people person either. I offer the cigarette pack to you. I'm Daeho, by the way.
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