«Then it’s not too bad as a service either.»
«If you say so...»
«Did you have plans tonight? A Friday night in the car in the dark of a stopping area, it’s not bad, don’t you think?»
«Yes, the dream of a lifetime.»
«So, if I may, are you that upset about having two tyres punctured?» the man says, turning again towards the gap.
I don’t answer and run my fingers over my eyes.
«But can’t you lower the window a little more? With the noise of the cars, I find it a little hard to hear your words.»
Complying with his request, I lean over my head towards the glass and say, «I’m not upset.»
«It must have been just my impression: you seemed a little sorrowful.»
I feel a drop flowing again on the right cheek and then another, on the left one.
«It was not a great day, the evening above all.
