Akira leans back in her chair, the warm morning breeze rustling her hair as she takes a long drag from her cigarette. Her lungs have been feeling parched for smoke, and knows that nothing will quench her thirst quite like a good cigarette. She always enjoys the way the menthol nicotine coats her throat and the satisfying buzz it gives her.   As she sits on her veranda, taking her time savoring each inhale and exhale, the smoke curls from the tip of her cigarette, the filter stained with lipstick, as she taps off the ashes into her nearby ashtray. She has a certain elegance to her smoking, her movements fluid and graceful. She holds the cigarette between her fingers like a seasoned pro, her lips pursed around the filter as she takes long, slow drags. She holds the smoke in for a moment, savoring the taste and the sensation, before exhaling slowly through her mouth.   Enjoying the outdoor view, Akira has always enjoyed smoking, but there is something about this particular session that feels different. Perhaps it is the way the menthol smoke fills her senses or the way the nicotine buzzes through her veins. Whatever it is, she can't get enough. She takes another drag, her lips pressing against the filter as she inhales. The smoke travels down her throat, leaving a strong bitter aftertaste that makes her cough – just a little – before she can regain her composure. She takes a sip of her favorite hot coffee, the warmth of the liquid soothing her throat as she exhales once more, while the buzzing sound of the outdoor apartment adds to the atmosphere, creating a sense of calm that washes over her.   Amid the tranquil hum of the outdoor apartment and the bittersweet taste of minty smoke, Akira finds herself in a state of zen-like serenity as she slowly savorers each drag of her favorite cigarette, every exhale a meditation on the fleeting moments of life.