The young man. He has pointed out a young man to you. He's there between two rows of video racks in the store, looking among the horror movies, running a lovely and determined finger over the black plastic spines. Huge, swift eyes, complexion of good tone and good pigment, a richly waved haze of hair. And so the other Viewer makes his happy entrance into your field of vision, Rita, or, rather, into the field of your attention; or, rather, you have entered a magnetic field from whose attracttion you cannot escape. Don't waste time, then, you have a good excuse to strike up a conversation, a common ground, just think a moment ... go ahead, what are you waiting for?
