The man is elegant, black leather jacket dyed with a winter evening chill, but his eyes are a change from the cold indifference of the past, mild as the spring breeze.

The man's temperament does not match the place at all, and he does not care at all about the others' onlookers, but only stares at me.

That gaze made me very uncomfortable.

He said directly: "I know you do not want to see me now, but there is one thing that I have to tell you."

I knew that my ears would not be clear until I let him speak clearly today.

I turned to Polly and said, "Polly,...