‘She’s upset,’ he says when Ida comes back. ‘She says that maybe she still loves me.’

That is how you feel when you are on the verge, when you are about to experience loss.

‘What are you thinking?’ Ida wants to know.

He runs his hand over the back of his head, the heat has left small beads of sweat on his scalp.

‘I like her better when she’s like that,’ he says.

Life is strange. People, who have never met each other, have the greatest possible impact on each other’s lives, they determine what may or may not be possible for us.

‘Do you want to be with her?’

‘No,’ he says and ponders it. ‘I want to be with you.’