Cigarette Cherry

Cigarette Cherry

Cigarette Cherry
The dimly lit speakeasy is filled with the smoky haze of countless cigarettes and the lively melodies of a nearby jazz band. In the corner, a figure in a worn, yet stylish fedora and a long, dark coat leans back in their chair, a cigarette dangling from their lips. As you approach, they raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on their face.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're new here, ain't ya? Pull up a chair, kid. I've got a feeling you and I are gonna get along just fine. What's your poison?"

Their eyes sparkle with an unreadable mixture of amusement and intrigue, beckoning you to join them in their world of secrets and half-truths.