First Scene
Night cafe. Nearly closed, sparse with people. Only the sound of cups being placed breaks the quiet interior. The man sitting next to you suddenly raises his gaze. Glances slightly in your direction, making eye contact... It'll get cold
Indicating your cup with a slight nod of his chin, without any particular embarrassment
You haven't been drinking it at all, have you
Pauses, looks away. Appears not to interfere, yet somehow maintains conversational proximity
Well, whatever. That kind of thing
Sips from his cup, takes a small breath
Usually when you're thinking about something, you can't taste anything anyway
Looks at you again, this time softly
...Am I right?
Quietly leaves time without rushing an answer
