He is young, but not too young. Actually, due to his height, slight build, boyish face, and perfectly smooth skin, I bet he’s mistaken for a lot younger than he actually is, which, I am going to guess and say 26 years old. But, trust me, this boyish man does not answer to ‘boy’… ever.
I don't like cigars. They nauseate me. Hell, I can barely tolerate cigarettes. Consequently, if someone lights up in front of me, or wears the telltale signs of nicotine use, it's a no-go. I don't like the taste. I don't like the smell. I don't like the mess. Now, this is coming from someone who smoked for ten years; someone who wanted desperately to quit from the day he started. But that was a long time ago and as part of my newly found standards, smokers are, more or less on my no-fly list. But, yes... I will make exceptions.