It was in the summer when my wife was in the 7th month of pregnancy. We decided to sit in the cafe with her and take a walk in the fresh air. Since I was a little late at work, she arrived before me and took a table on the street by placing an order. The dialogue from her face:



I sit at the table, I don’t touch anyone, here comes a guy (P) and says:

(I need to clarify that the table is high and my stomach is virtually not visible behind it)

Girl, what is your name?

A: The light

Q: Who are you waiting for?

Yes, girl, 7 months ago

I answered on the machine, not even having time to think. When I reached the point, I looked at the guy and saw a complete breakdown of the pattern on his face.



My wife, my tick. The name is fictional, all coincidences are coincidental.