“Oh, that one, yeah,” says Adrian, as if the penny has just dropped. “Ah... I don’t really know how that thing works.”
“Should have bloody known...” mutters Ove as he walks around the counter and takes matters into his own hands.
“Can someone tell me what we’re doing here?” calls Parvaneh.
“This kid here has a bicycle that needs repairing,” explains Ove as he pours water into the carafe.
“The bicycle hanging off the back of the car?” “You brought it here? Thanks, Ove!”
“You don’t have a car, do you?” he replies, while rummaging around a cupboard for coffee filters.
“Thanks, Ove!” says Adrian and takes a step towards him, then comes to his senses and stops before he does something silly.
“So that’s your bicycle?” Parvaneh smiles. “Kind of—it’s my girlfriend’s. Or the one I want to be my girlfriend... sort of thing.”
Parvaneh grins. “So me and Ove drove all this way just to give you a bike so you can mend it? For a girl?”
Adrian nods. Parvaneh leans over the counter and pats Ove on the arm.
“You know, Ove, sometimes one almost suspects you have a heart...”
“Do you have tools here or not?” Ove says to Adrian, snatching his arm away.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색