Soccer
“Do you know what time it is?” He looks me straight in the eye. His eyes are dark brown, black hair. He is thirty, maybe forty years old. Confident, almost cocky. What gave him so much confidence? Maybe he is really successful or maybe he thinks he is. He is wearing a wedding band. Does he still love her? Does she still love him? Does he have kids? I think he does. Three probably, all boys. Maybe he plays soccer with them in the weekends. I hope he does. It’s two thirty, stranger.
