Brit expat with quad trousers having late dinner in irish owned pub where music is by The Village People. He’s quiet, serious, carefully trimmed full beard. Inquisitive, introverted, middle-aged, aloof.
Bartender (female) dyed blonde, black outfit, generous cleavage, highly exposed, vigilant eyes. Always looks the other way. She’s focused, driven, yet deeply tried And thus bossy. Twenty-seven-ish. Notices when she’s noticed and she likes it. She knows that you know …
Man at bar end. Laid back. smoke towering from his left hand. Faces the door, acts cool, but deeply pleased when he’s noticed. Short black hair. Polo shirt. Leans forward when he’s talking to others but not too much. Never faces the camera. Audience must never see his face. (Note to self: always shoot from same angle.)
Guy sitting alone at bar, smoking cigarette in ashtray. Dark. Types continuously on his phone. Constantly lifts his head and looks around. Once in a while stops to cherish another sip of his drink. He knows what he ordered. Once in a while stops to look longingly at the door …
Bine scris, domnu!
Va multumim, va multumim.