“So, size doesn’t matter?” She spared a glance at Michael, who blanched at the joke.
“Seriously?”
Laura shrugged and said, “I’m just kidding, calm down.”
“Well, it does if you want to take some time and enjoy a good cigar.” Yessenia patted Laura’s hand and walked her to the door. “We’ll light it outside. My manager doesn’t like anyone smoking in the humidor. He thinks it corrupts the rest of the cigars.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Michael said, killing his lighter.
“Does she treat everyone like this? She’s a little giddy if you ask me,” Laura whispered over her shoulder to Michael.
Yessenia stopped at the edge of the bar where a mixed assortment of cutters and lighters sat in a tray. Pulling one, she held it up for Laura’s inspection.
“I’ll show you how to cut the cap, toast the end,
