"Mom, could you just stop yelling? Can't you let people have some peace and quiet? I can hear your voice from afar, shouting at Dad every day. Aren't you tired?"
Hannah Hargrave carrying a Chanel handbag walks into the house, slips off her high heels and puts on slippers, grumbling discontentedly as she walks in. She tosses the handbag onto the sofa, sits down herself, and as soon as she leans back into the sofa, she reaches for the handbag, takes out a pack of women's cigarettes, pulls out one, and holds it between her lips, then opens the lighter to ignite it.
The series of motions is so skillful that she tosses the lighter and cigarette pack onto the coffee table, leans back in the sofa, and blows out a puff of smoke.
She looks leisurely and enjoying it, like a seasoned smoker, unintentionally showing a bit more charm.
