It is a cafe, and we have ordered tea.
Mr. Z lights up a cigarette, turning his head towards the ceiling to exhale.
-I hope you don’t mind that I smoke, he said.
-It’s okay. Actually, could you blow some smoke over here?
-I sort of enjoy secondhand smoking.
-That’s really weird..I mean, interesting.
Uncomfortable pause. Our tea comes. We drink in silence. I try to be entertaining.
-Would you like to see my new digital camera?
I pull my Canon EOS 300D out of my bag. He gasps.
-When you said camera, I thought you were talking about something small. How could something like that come out of a woman’s handbag?
My camera and I– we don’t know who should feel more offended.