The nightscape of New York shimmered even more dazzlingly than City A. Everywhere was brilliantly lit, bustling endlessly, yet it was cold, colder than his heart. No one knew that his heart was craving warmth, longing for a pair of soft little hands to gently press against his temples when he was tired and downcast. To inhale her faint, delicate fragrance, to immerse himself in that tender affection, and forget all the weariness...
Gradually, a little face with a sweet smile appeared on the windowpane, beautiful as a flower in bloom, dimples like those of a pear. Tears fell like pear blossoms in the rain, stirring him innumerable ways, making his heart restless like ants gnawing without cease.
"Damn it!" Annoyed, he pinched out the cigarette between his fingers, shook off the little face imprinted on the glass, and immediately grabbed his suit jacket to walk out of the office.
