Cosmo comes out of the shop. He sees a white paper under his wiper. "Not again," he says.
科斯莫从店里走出来。他看见雨刮器下面夹着一张白纸。“怎么又来了，”他说。
He parks on this street every Friday. He thinks it is a parking ticket. He pulls out the paper slowly. He is ready to read a big number.
他每个星期五都把车停在这条街上。他以为那是一张罚单。他慢慢地把纸抽出来，做好了看到一大笔罚款的准备。
But it is not a ticket. It is a note, in blue pen.
可那不是罚单。那是一张用蓝笔写的便条。
"I like your old car. I have the same one. Coffee?" Under the words, there is a phone number.
“我喜欢你的老爷车。我也有一辆一样的。喝杯咖啡吗？”字的下面写着一个电话号码。
Cosmo reads it twice. He looks up and down the street. Across the road, a small blue car stands by the curb. It is the same model as his, with the same round lights.
科斯莫读了两遍。他朝街的两头张望。马路对面，路边停着一辆蓝色的小车。它和他的车是同一个型号，有着同样圆圆的车灯。
He laughs. He sits in his car and takes out his phone. He calls the number before he can change his mind.
他笑了。他坐进车里，拿出手机。他趁自己还没改变主意，就拨通了那个号码。
"Hello?" says a woman.
“喂？”一位女士说。
"Hi. This is the old blue car," Cosmo says. "I got your note."
“你好。我是那辆蓝色老爷车的车主，”科斯莫说，“我收到你的便条了。”
She laughs, and he feels better at once. "I am happy you called," she says. "I thought you did not see it."
她笑了，他立刻觉得轻松了许多。“你打来我真高兴，”她说，“我还以为你没看到呢。”
"I thought it was a ticket," he says.
“我还以为那是罚单，”他说。
"A ticket! No, no. I only like old cars."
“罚单！不是不是。我只是喜欢老爷车。”
"Then we need to talk about them," Cosmo says. "Do you know the Yellow Cup café? It is busy at lunch, so we are safe."
“那我们就得好好聊聊它们了，”科斯莫说，“你知道黄杯咖啡馆吗？中午人很多，所以很安全。”
"Tomorrow at noon?" she asks.
“明天中午怎么样？”她问。
"Yes. I will bring a picture of my engine," he says.
“好。我会带一张我的发动机的照片，”他说。
He puts the note in his pocket and starts the car. It starts on the first try.
他把便条放进口袋，发动了车。车一次就打着了火。
