TRUE

‘That’s heavy breathing,’ he said from the diagonally opposite corner of the lift to me.
‘It’s that last little hill there,’ I said. ‘You get most of the way back and then there’s that last little hill to finish you off.’
He moved towards me, laughing, took hold of the lapels of my coat, pulled me towards him, said, ‘It’s worse when it’s cold.’
‘And,’ I said, ‘or raining.’
He let go of my lapels, stepped back, said, ‘That’s true.’