The room smelled of washed clothes. This fresh smell of purity wafts in a light breeze.

You ironed your clothes on the ironing board in front of the open window overlooking your yard.

Action after action and you turned around for a second, when you turned back to your business, you saw military man outside the window.

"I'll borrow it for a few seconds, miss," he has velvety voice with a strong British accent. Man raised the iron to the expensive cigarette, thereby lighting it on.