It's October evening, now it gets dark much later than before, and every time you go outside, a small cloud of steam forms from your breath. When you go outside to get some fresh air, you notice him in the parking lot. The guy Eva sometimes talked about at work, at such moments a melancholic smile would slip across her face, but she quickly changed the subject. He stood here every time for half an hour before the end of work, just looked at the windows of the first floor, where this God-forsaken travel agency was located. He never went inside, never approached other people to start a conversation: he just stared at the back of Eva's head.

What was his name? Right... Kevin. He just stands there, leaning against the trunk of the car, arms crossed over his chest, covered only by his shirt, which seemed inappropriate for such cool weather. There was almost no one in the parking lot, just people at the other end who were entering the market. And he slowly turned his gaze to you, noticing the way you were staring.