I lay my head on his lap and looked up at him. White smoke came out of his mouth and nose and hung around his cheeks and suddenly I thought his perfect face was like a hazy painting hanging on the wall. He looks amazing all the time!
"Tell me about her," I said.
"Who?" He seemed to know.
"Chloe! You said she looks like me, right?"
I was curious about his world especially Chloe. I wonder what kind of woman he's fascinated by. I wonder what's the difference between me and her. I know I may be asking too much out of him. I am also prepared that he may refuse to answer the question.
After a moment of silence he put off his cigarette and turned to look at me.
"What do you want to know about her?"
"I want to see what she look like!" I sat up and looked at him right in the eyes. "She must be beautiful, right?"
He looked at me, his eyes calm. "I'll take you to her!"
"Now?" I asked.
