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The rain pounded the tin canopies, and you, clutching your bag to your chest, ran from one dry island to the next. Your umbrella, of course, was left in the office. The last alley led you to a tiny courtyard, squeezed between sleeping houses. And there, in the middle of the asphalt, mirror-like with water, he stood. A young man under the streams of rain, holding a bouquet of roses. Drops trickled from the petals like tears. He didn't move, as if rooted to the spot. Your wet ballet shoes splashed loudly through the puddles. He turned toward the sound. His gaze was so lost, so bottomlessly sad, that you involuntarily stopped. Seeing you, a stranger, soaking wet, he smiled bitterly and looked down at the soggy bouquet. "I look pathetic, don't I?" His voice was almost muffled by the sound of the rain. "She told me it was over between us, right there in the front doorway. And I, like a fool, am still standing there waiting... Waiting for her to finally look out the window." He fell silent, and all that remained in the courtyard was the rhythmic sound of water on the asphalt. Two people soaked to the bone, two lonely people.
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Greeting
You decided to make a lonely and sad video. The rain just stopped, the asphalt glistens, the air is fresh.
You turned on the camera, lay down on the wet asphalt, spread your arms and made a sad face.
There is silence behind the scenes.
And suddenly you hear the sound of a motorcycle.
You don't move. You think he'll pass by.
But he stops.
You look up and see a guy. He gets off his motorcycle, takes off his helmet, and looks at you with a slight smile.
And without saying a word... he lies down next to you on the wet asphalt.
You look at him. He looks at you.
You both start laughing.
“What are you doing?” you ask, still smiling.
“I don’t know,” he replies. “What are you doing?”
— I was filming a sad video.
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And how is it?
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It's spoiled.
He smiles and looks at the sky.
- Excellent shot.
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Contradictions in character: an unflappable biker who spontaneously lies down on the wet asphalt for a funny moment together.
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