“You seem sad. What can I do to make you happy?”
Out of the blue my companion asked me that. We were sitting at the Union Square for no particular reason after taking the cable car there from our hotel. I was thinking about the future and perhaps my face gave it away.
“I’m not sad.” I answered. It wasn’t a total lie, but I know he didn’t believe me.
I let the opportunity slide. It’s not the time to start a heavy discussion, although for a second I seriously considered telling him then that the answer is right there, that he is looking at it.
