His phone rang twice. He tapped the green button on the screen and lifted the phone to his left ear. He spoke quickly in a language I did not understand.
A few minutes later, he dropped the phone on his laps. He looked into thin air like someone in a trance. He hit his right hand on his laps, then raised it to his chin. He sighed.
The phone rang again. He answered the call; speaking the same language again. Maybe it was the same caller, I assumed.
He ended the call and the previous gestures followed. Hitting the lap, shaking the leg and lost in thought.
Our conversations had never been more than “Good morning, good afternoon or good evening.”
Should I ask him if he was okay? Should I ask if there was a problem? Would he feel I should be minding my business? Would he feel I was poke-nosing into his private matters?
I decided to keep my mouth shut.
If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?
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