"You look different."
"Does it matter?"
"Not really," Svipe bowed over the bridge, "-you made a good impression."
"Did I?"
"Yeah," he smiled, "-the lady is on her way."
Headlights beamed from the bridge's other side, under the scale of buildings populating the '-citizen's region'. Svipe's pleased expression. The unnaturally silent port at two in the morning, '-what are they up do?'
Breaks strained a high-pitch squeal. Doors shut, a lady dropped from the driver's side, walked to the bridge, turned at Igna, and rose her cap, "-you," she pointed dressed in a trucker's outfit, "-I choose you."
"Pardon?"
She moved into his face and said, "-I choose you."
Igna calmly watched through the frameless glasses, "-really," he grabbed her shoulders, "-you think you can tame me?"
