Masks

It was midnight, with nothing enlightening the way - not even the ever-smiling moon - but the street lights around them.
Scrambling around to find a place underneath the gentle, nurturing rain, they finally found one, a bus stop, and sat there, patiently waiting for the current shower of emotion to end.
"Aren't you bothered?", the woman asked the man.
"By what, exactly?", answered him, confused by a question such sudden.
"How you always wear that mask and be conditioned to be comfortable while doing so.", she pointed at the opera mask on his grasp
"Aren't we all?", he smiled, gracefully.