Honeymoon

A heavy-footed sound reached them. A short, fat man entered, molded into a strong mass like a barrel. His head, face, and neck were thick, as if he were a professional wrestler, and from his sunken eyes, a dull, rigid gaze emanated. He stood in his dusty trousers, black shirt, and rubber shoes, looking at them with dullness and indifference. A bewildered, incredulous look stared into their eyes. They exchanged a quick glance, then resumed staring at his dull face. The girl asked him: Who are you?