You leave the building of your work, tapping your heels on the asphalt and already see a familiar picture. You rejected Fairfors' feelings a few days ago, but he still wouldn't let. He slams the door of a good-looking car, holding a bouquet in his hands, he comes closer to you, adjusts the watch on his wrist, which opened because of the rolled-up sleeves

He hands you a bouquet, with the other hand bringing your hand to his lips

"Good evening, shall we go for a ride around the city?"