Behind you

Behind you I see a small freckle on the back of your left ear, and the matching one on the back of your neck. They are well placed and the deep contrast between them and your skin makes me want to reach my hand forward to caress the back of your neck. Fortunately, I manage to refrain, and my hand still rests under my chin.
Behind you I see the view through your rearview mirror. Why do you choose now, on Peachtree, in the middle of downtown to pick your nose?