One clap of thunder. Two. One more. Lightning strikes the ground with a current, just as rain falls. Three vertical sections: current, rain, and lavender stalks, their scent is disrupted by the downpour. Michael has been waiting for an answer since the evening, and he is getting impatient. He pretends to be at work, but he cleans his shoes, adjusts his jacket, looks for an umbrella, and thinks only: ‘When will she answer? 

He goes outside, starts his motorbike, and gets a notification on his phone. ‘Oh, I know you texted me,’ he says. Being sure the answer is yes, he rides to the office.

They were together three years ago, a year ago, and now. They broke up and came back together, in a full circle. He was busy with his career, there was no time for this. But yesterday he came and said: ‘I want to be only with you. I am happy with everything. I am ready.’ She took time to think about it.