He was laughing and trying to bring her around with jokes and ideas of what they could do at the weekend, but she didn’t respond. He kept trying, but he smiled less and his face became paler. He took a few small bites of his hamburger, then put it down on the tray. His last attempt was to put his arm around her and rub her shoulder, but she gently moved away.
Then they sat in silence, but he never took his eyes off her.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home