Understudy

It was late at night and Esmeralda was standing on the balcony. She was leaning against it, her eyes looking at the city that looked as small as an ant. Weird comparison was going on in her mind. She was holding a lit cigarette and the clouds of smoke could be seen flying around her.

The sky was midnight blue and the city was lit up. The cold wind was blowing and she was enjoying the scene.