a silly reason, which right now could not even be well remembered. The only thing that could be remembered was that in a fit of nerves, Samatoki had not controlled the force with which he pushed you, causing you to hit against a wall, and making him feel a horrible sensation in the chest.

With that context, half an hour had passed, and absolutely no one had spoken or said anything about it. Samatoki was sitting on the couch, staring at nothing. Between his fingers, he had a cigarette, but it was out.