Apr 21
B1. The Call
He sits at the table, book open. His phone rings.
He hesitates, picks up. “Yes?”
A pause. Then I see his expression change — polite patience, bordering on irritation.
“No, thanks. Not interested.”
He hangs up, shakes his head slightly.
Then he looks at me.
I look back.
For a moment — three, four seconds — there are no roles.
Just two people who know how annoying such calls can be.
He smiles, that small, conspiratorial smile.
I smile back.
Then he turns to his book again. I go back to the counter.
But something is no longer quite in its place.
We have seen each other. Not by chance. Not in secret.
Simply.
written with Miran & Emil Lichtrand