My kind of 'taking care' of the matter was to sit on the curb and wait for August on the street instead. My sarcastic response to Sandro did me worse. The thought of him actually 'kicking me' out deflated my confidence, and I decided to just take the moment to relax, hoping he would come out of that building.
About half an hour later my feet got so tired that I had to use the comfort of the curb. There was no nearby bench anywhere. I bet it was because this was not a place people would choose to stay idle. For those who were waiting for vehicles, there was a waiting shed for them in front of the building. Our car was parked beside it, and I didn't want Sandro to tell me every second to get up from the curb.
I was on the side of August's apartment building minutes ago, standing near his
