LA 2

No. I must admit that I adjusted some of the detail in the previous post.
He was not a Russian postdoctoral Physicist driving a classic convertible Mustang with a shock of blond hair bobbing as he decelerated before the pedestrian crossing.  She was not a ravishing East Asian beauty, immersed in deep contemplation. The sad truth is that he, Soviet not Russian, long lost and forgotten sleeper planted but never to be activated (the Evil Empire is gone, remember?), was driving a very old Subaru with the duct tape holding the plastic sheeting in the windows deteriorated to the point where a lot of fresh air was entering the cab. His toupee (blond, that much is true) slipped forward, causing him to wince which might have looked like he was smiling. She, standing anxiously at the crossing was in a hurry to get back to her post as the cashier (service representative) at the Chevron convenience store. Columbian,  with a strong Native American accent to her look, which gave her a slightly Asian air, she, just like him, did attend ESL classes where they met five times each week over the last decade or so, but neither ever learned enough English to hold anything resembling a normal conversation in the language, and thus never had a chance to express a longing for a deeper relationship with each other. More about all that another time.