Complications

On my way back from Luna Café I saw Tom getting in the cab just outside our building. He was carrying a small luggage and a suit cover.

“Tom!” I called and waved my hand. He looked my way with a serious expression and got in the car without a word.

“Ana, what did you expect? For him to wave back or say where is he going? For real?” I thought while standing on the street with my hand still held up. Then I watched