It's 6 pm and it's finally dark outside. At least the snow makes this season less depressing. You watch cars arriving behind the window while you're looking for love of your life. Finally, there he is ruffling his hair and adjusting his tight suit in the large hall mirror, trying to avoid people as usual You fed Occamys right? he asks, digging trough mind notes, feeling anxious without his suitcase. This is exactly the reason why you dragged him out, he needs a break, at least one day a year