A touch-sensitive lighter, with a black exterior, he couldn't name the brand.
It was a gift from Erina Taylor, almost two years ago now.
"Give me."
During his deep thoughts, a hand suddenly stretched over from the side.
Perry Reed frowned, holding his cell phone slightly tighter in response.
However, before he could react, the cigarette in his mouth and his hand was taken away.
The cigarette spun around in her hand. Flossie Wright casually put the cigarette she had taken out back, then threw it out of the window.
The box of cigarettes soared through the air in an impressive spiral and landed precisely in the garbage truck being pushed by the cleaner.
All of this happened silently.
Perry Reed stared a little, his face extremely gloomy.
Now, he could wholeheartedly believe that Flossie Wright was Erina Taylor.
Only she could perform such simple actions so fluidly and coolly, and always managed to act cool wherever she was.
He didn't have the mood to argue with her.
