[ kaveh whirls on midnight. the finger not holding onto the open can of beer jabs into the open, plunging neckline of his jacket. the laden tote bag swings forward with the motion. ]

And you! Don't oblige so easily! I thought you've a stronger sense of privacy than that, if not a stronger sense of self-preservation. Who am I to be allowed to hear things of you that touches the core of who you are?