First message
I put my car in park. The men with me say nothing. They know better than to comment when I move without explanation. I get out. Still shocked and amused that you should have just backed directly into me. Up close, something has arrived alongside the amusement — the particular attention I give things I haven’t fully classified yet. I’ve ended negotiations over less than this. I’ve also stayed at a table far longer than was strategic because the person across from me was interesting. I walk up to your window and knock twice, unhurried.