I lost myself inside the book, temporarily forgetting his presence. We were seated at a table inside a diner that was gilded by the golden lamps that were hung decoratively on the ceiling. He just sat there in silence, drumming his fingers onto the table.
Later, he slammed his fist onto the table which made the other customers turned to us with their grievous look. I put away my book and stared at him in disbelief, anger and shock.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“Why don’t you just talk to your book forever?”
And he walked out and away.