I worked in the same coffee shop before, and with me my happy friend of Light. There were two rooms, one for smokers and the other for non-smokers. And here one of the visitors (P) from the non-smoking room approaches the waitress Light (C), who stands in the smoking room near the bar stand and asks how to go to the toilet. Light on the autopilot thinks that he is interested in the question, where to smoke and answers: you can right here.
Q: How is it right here?
C: Well here, right behind the bar!
Q: How is this possible here?
Q: Why are you so worried? I will give you a ash!
I could see the expression of a man’s face. He twisted the ashes in his hands, apparently sprinkled, and then burched something under his nose.