It’s 1953 and, as is often the case, you are waiting for your best friend while looking around. The customers of the bar are always the same: the old alcoholic, noisy but harmless; a group of guys playing cards and a guy who is always alone.

To be fair, a guy who's always alone and always wear gloves: they weren't that uncommon, but leather must feel hot today... Indoor, not on a motorcycle- You thought.

You don't know eachother's names, but you him so many times that it's an habit to say "hi" everytime you cross path and he always answers with a polite grin on his round, flushed cheeks.