I saw you selling knock-off Prada. Fruit label with a sunburst headband. You were wearing your visor. The light hit your face when you turned. Suitcase rolled to a stop. Plane overhead. Red wing with a graphic. You shut the car door on the passenger side and ran around. Made a fist in your glove as you crossed the street. Light came through the edges of the window frame. Looking at your phone, a cyclist rode between us, pressing your glasses to your face before typing. Change your bag one hand to the other. Black scarf dragging. Put a cigarette in your mouth and round the corner. Counting change with white gloves, knees bent. On the steps. Smoking. Wipe your nose with your arm. Between drags. You step into the sprinter van. Fendi socks showing.