“The stranger, with an unlit cigarette between his teeth, turns first. The unflattering elevator lighting enshrouds him in jaundice yellow and a heavy veil of lethargy. Kyungsoo wonders, with the cinquillo pounding into his veins, if the man’s skin is… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“Hey,” he replied. “Got a light?” she asked, raising an unlit cigarette to her chapped lips.” — Christa Faust Copy Share Image
