I glance as I ride past, and he gives me a nod from underneath his greasy baseball cap. Maybe he wonders what I study. Maybe he wonders why I always ride a bike and never drive a car, even in heels and suits.
I wonder why he is a car detailer. I wonder what he wanted to do when he was my age. I wonder what he thinks about when he sits and stares at the street. But we just glance and nod, forgetting about each other until the next morning. Maybe if I ever get a car I'll take it to him to wash, and when I leave I'll smile and tell him to have a beautiful day.