A man who had a datebook under his arm and I were having a conversation.
During the time, he frequently opened his datebook as he probably needed to check something.
Everytime he looked down at it, he only threw a glance at it and in a casual manner he turned his gaze back on me as if nothing had happened.
Nevertheless, I became curious about what he was looking at, I tried to peek at his book.
In a flash, something gleaming was reflected.
Then I found, in the opening page of his datebook was a mirror of the whole area.
(3/11/2000)