I sit down on my balcony for a smoke and juice. You’re on your knees, silent and desperate for my attention, but I don’t acknowledge you. I don’t speak to you. I barely look in your miserable direction. I enjoy my cigarette in silence, enjoy some of my juice. I begin spreading my legs wide, knowing the tease drives you mad. I almost let you see my pussy, but decide you don’t deserve to. I leave the balcony and go inside after putting out my cigarette.