"Mr. Lynch, we've been expecting you for some time, please come in." Although the president of the chamber of commerce didn't look pleased, he still extended the invitation.
Lynch took his time to look around, pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, picking one out and placing it in his mouth.
With a "sizzle" sound, his assistant beside him lit a match, covering it with one hand, and brought it up to Lynch's face.
Under the soft lights, Lynch's face was bathed in a red glow from the match's flame, which came so swiftly that it overshadowed the bulb's light in an instant.
He casually took a couple of puffs and exhaled a cloud of smoke, "I'm not from Gafura..."
The president turned his head towards the sign, then immediately flew into a rage, "Who placed this thing here? Remove it at once!"
Saying this, he walked straight down the steps, standing in front of Lynch. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lynch, it seems there was some oversight in our work, I apologize for that."
