To Flow From

Akeem often saw people smoke inside Emanare, but it was a question of respect, for him. There were perfectly lovely balconies on which to smoke and he always made a point to do just that. He slid his book back into his shoulder bag and took his glass with him onto the balcony.

Smoking was a nasty habit, but he had no intention of quitting. He exhaled the smoke up at the cloudy night.