Everything had been quiet until approximately three thirty. Since then, people had been coming in and out of the shop at a constant speed. This Katya normally considered quite a good thing. More people meant more money. But on this day, she knew she was expecting a visitor, and the stream of people was a drain. Every time someone entered, she jumped a little, wondering if it were him. It occurred to her that she didn't know what he looked like.
When four o'clock came around, someone entered the shop that jarred her. She looked at the man who entered and there was something about him, something different. Slowly, she approached him. "You are 1106, da?" she inquired, looking up at him. If he wasn't she would feel foolish, to be sure. But she thought her guess was right.