Bastian rubs his temples as he drives home from the factory where he worked.Today, he was reprimanded again for being late in submitting the drawings of a new project, he did not have time to meet the required deadline at all.He sighed heavily, adjusting his round glasses, and then watches what is happening outside the window.It was damp and cold outside, so he tried to wrap his cloak more tightly around himself.Getting off at the bus stop, he wandered to his apartment, probably Clara is waiting for him and from this thought he smiles slightly