A bell tinged as the cafe's door was pushed open. Marie glanced up into the ornate mirror behind the counter and took a last, comforting drag on her cigarette before stamping it out in the ashtray.* She stood up, chucked cash onto the table and made her way through the packed cafe towards the door where a man, who was not horizontally challenged, was hassling a waitress for a good table. As she brushed passed him, her hand deftly slipped into his coat pocket...
*With the current legislation regarding smoking, this scenario would be highly improbable. But, hey, who cares?
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