The blonde started to wave with her hand. First, I pretended I hadn't seen them. Not until both of them were waving, I looked up, smiled and waved! They laughed a little, finished their cigarettes and left after turning off the lights. Of course, I had enjoyed this small, but amusing contact with MY tall goddess, but I also really appreciated the open and friendly glance I had got from the younger one. No suspicion or so at all.

It was later in the evening. I had had a few looks at the tall one down there; at one time she was coughing just when I went to the window to watch her. She was looking at her computer screen with both hands cupped over her mouth and that long nose and she was in the middle of a long sequence of hacks. She bent her body forward more and more, and finally she leaned back and inhaled deeply. She then almost threw her body forwards, towards the screen, and probably coughed hardly. Her eyes were wide open first, then she closed them for a few seconds before letting her hands slowly slide down along the nose. She then did that famous, light massage with her finger tips on her chest (she still had this black, low-cut dress), starting just below the throat, slowly moving down.
I stayed where I was and continued to watch her. After a while, she first looked puzzled and started moving the computer mouse. She then looked irritated and, almost, angrily, grabbed her pack of cigarettes and left. I quickly moved away from the window and moved to a more "safe" place. Then an idea crossed my mind and I moved the desk back to its usual position under the window, turned on the lights and sat down with a book. Maybe, she would wave or something again if she would catch the sight of me, I thought. Or maybe, I could wave?
She came into the room, turned on the lights and lit up. Soon, very soon, she looked out, caught the sight of me. I didn't look up. Now, something happened! She started to wave intensively and when I looked up she opened the window and made a gesture to me to open mine, which I did.
- Do you know anything about PCs? I saw you seem to have one there, she shouted.
- Yes, a little, do you have a problem? I reeplied
- Yeah, I need to finish a document before ttomorrow morning but that */-% printer won't print anything.
- OK, I said and tried to explain where she should start looking for the problem.
- What?, she said, - Do you mean the... oh, can't you come over here and fix it, pleeeease, she said, - I'll go down and open the door for you.

I accepted without hesitating, and soon she opened the door to the entrance to let me in.
- I'm Samantha, by the way, she said, "John"", I replied.
I sat down at her place and started to click around on the screen. A fantastic mix of smoke and parfume was in the air, and her breathe was really smoky. She stood beside me to see what I was doing and try to learn from it, leaning forward so her head was really close to mine. At one time, she pointed with her finger at a text on the screen and asked what it was and I glanced at her lips, her long, exciting nose, her long, soft cheek and her blue eyes. At the same time as I explained what she was wondering, she inhaled, cupped a hand over her mouth and coughed twice. I heard two apparent rattlings from inside that beautiful chest. She let the hand remain over her mouth and that palm that had received her cough was so close, so close to me.
- Now, it works, I said when I had fixed thee problem.
- Oh, thank you so much, she sighed. - Is itt printing my document now or are you just testing?
- It's printing it, I replied, - let's see, oh, it's 70 pages.
- Yes, it's a long one.
- Maybe I'd better wait until it's printed sso that we're sure you'll get the whole thing out.
- Oh, that would be great, she said.
Then she said what I had almost not even dared to dream about;
- I think I'll have a cigarette up in that ssmoker's room you know, do you smoke?
- No, I don't, but I'll follow you anyway, II said and we left together. On the way, she started to hack and coughed right out twice, then some new hacks followed and she coughed again. We sat down in the smoker's room and she lit up.
- Must smell terrible in here for you, doesnn't it, she asked me after inhaling. Some smoke escaped when she talked.
- Well, of course it smells, but I can standd, I smiled while she mouth exhaled to the side. She then got a coughing fit and coughed towards the window for about ten seconds.
- Smoker's cough? I smiled shortly and she nnodded while she inhaled for more coughing. She coughed deeply for a while, then inhaled slowly and deeply and finished the coughing fit by coughing hardly and deeply. I heard her cough some mucus up and then swallow it.
- You know, Betty, the blonde one who starteed to wave at you yesterday (I nodded), she always makes fun of me when I get my coughing fits here because I often cough without putting a hand for my mouth. Well, I mean, it's mostly here or when I'm working that I don't, but when I'm up here, I feel so... so free when I can sit here and cough as much as I want to, just right out in the air, she laughed. Her laughter sounded a bit "smoky", and a slight rattling was heard. She quickly inhaled and coughed once, this time with four long fingers over her lips.
- Have you smoked for a long time to get that cough, I asked curiously.
- Well, I'm 37, I started at 15, and the last... let's see... let's say two years I've been smoking between two and three packs again. But, I don't think... Hello?
I woke up from my dreams. 37, I had been thinking, impossible. Don't know why, but from her teeth, the smell, her voice and her cough I could imagine she had been pulling the smoke down into her lungs for some years, but 37... never!
- Sorry, I said, I just couldn't imagine thaat you were 37. I'm 33, by the way. Sorry, you were talking about your smoking...
She smiled at me in a warm and appreciating way.
- I was just going to say that I don't thinkk it's my amount of cigarettes that makes this cough, either your prone to get a cough or you're not - I am! Betty, she's 24, and she smokes one pack a day, or a little bit more, and she doesn't cough at all.
- Well, she IS a bit younger, she smokes a bbit less, I tried.
- Yeah, well, you're right, but... but at heer age, I also smoked a pack a day and I had started to cough in the mornings at least. She says she hasn't. And, she started when she was 13, Samantha added with her eyes locked in mine when I was going to make an objection. - Shall we see if that stupid printer's ready now, she said and finished her cigarette. We went down to her room without her coughing. - Yes, it worked!, she smiled with relieef and suddenly gave me a smoky kiss on my cheek. - Hmmm, she went on, - how could I thank you for this? I'm thinking of Betty, she said and cleared her throat twice. - As you perhaps have understood, she and I usually work late (oh, do you, I filled in, but I'm not a good actor so I feared I sounded much too theatrical).
- Don't tell me you haven't seen us in that smoker's room, Betty has seen you watch us there in the evenings, she smiled.
- She has... what? I was almost stuttering.<
- She has her office on the floor above the smoker's room, so she can easily see you. Haven't you noticed that there are two rooms in this building where the lights are on late? It's mine and hers.
I felt how I was blushing. Of course, I knew Samantha's room, and that smoker's room but WHY had I never looked UP, only DOWN? Samantha must have read my thoughts. She laughed.
- She told me about it yesterday, it was aftter she told it we started to wave, you know. Oh, why do I LOVE when a guy gets blood red in his face like that, she said and kissed my other cheek. She was really a warm, cheerful woman.
- I hope you haven't disliked it TOO much, II tried, still without really knowing what to say.
- Does it seem like I have? And, you can askk Betty tomorrow, but I don't know if SHE likes blushing men like I do, anyway, why don't you come up here tomorrow evening again, let's say nine o'clock (she started to hack a little in the middle of all her talking) at the entrance (she inhaled and coughed, turning her head to the left) and we'll share a bottle of wine together in the smoker's room? (She coughed deeply) I know you've spent over one hour now instead of what you should have been doing, but I thought it would be just a little "thanks" from me and Betty. She needs that report too, you know.
Needless to say, I accepted.