SMOKE

‘Can you smell that?’ she said as she opened the door I’d just passed and she stepped in behind me on my way down the flights this morning.
‘What?’ I said. ‘Urine?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s a burning smell.’
I sniffed deeply a few times but couldn’t smell anything especially.
‘You mean fire smoke or cigarette smoke?’ I said.
‘Cigarette smoke.’
‘No,’ I said.
‘Mmm, I can’t smell it so much now,’ she said, ‘it must’ve been on my floor.’