2017-09-06 – Nikon D3300, Holga Lens
telephone pole, San José, California
🎵 (youtube) Gorky Park «My Generation»
EXT. PARIS - DAY
Two men in business suits sit across from each other at a
small Paris café.
SPY 1 is relaxed, enjoying his espresso, his suit is
casually-styled but well-tailored, unwrinkled. Overall,
stylish and refined.
SPY 2 is acting secretive, behaving like what he thinks a
spy should act like, constantly making furtive glances,
trying not to get caught making furtive glances to the
quiet amusement of the other patrons. Spy 2's suit looks
cheap, it is the right size but poorly fitted, rumpled
and creased.
Spy 2 is not enjoying his cappuccino and is adding a
couple spoonfuls of sugar to the raised eyebrow from
Spy 1 (and a couple other patrons). Spy 1 politely looks
away and focuses on a happy Brittany Spaniel prancing
alongside her owner down the street.
Suddenly Spy 1 puts his hand up to his ear to cover his
earbud as startlement washes across his face.
SPY 1 (SHOCKED)
Jesus fucking Christ! They what?!
SPY 1 (CALMER, TO SPY 2)
Right, deal's off! Your whole fucking country's
compromised! Don't ever contact us again!
SPY 2 (SPUTTERING, CONFUSED)
What? ... But! ... Wait --
SPY 1 (STANDING UP, SHOUTS)
ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!
Regaining his composure, Spy 1 strolls across the street
and starts talking to the owner of the Brittany Spaniel.
About half of the patrons at the café also stand up and
calmly walk off in various directions. In the ensuing
silence, the voice of the news anchor on the TV inside
the café can faintly be heard.
NEWS ANCHOR (TV)
-- stunning revelation today from The Atlantic --
➡️ the day after
⬅️ the day before
⬅️ the month before
⬅️ the season before
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