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- Do you want the usual? - Yes, please.

Um... Gin and tonic, please.

You know, there's really something about this bar.

Feels like it's stuck in time.

I think...

Some people really are just...

looking for that.

I don’t even know why I came back here.

Well, no one's stopping you.

Don’t come back if you don’t want to.

But...

I’m sure of one thing—

you’ll come back.

Girl, are you drowning in alcohol too...

just to forget your messed-up life?

Yep.

What happened this time?

Javi said I’m exhausting.

Well, he's not wrong, right?

Wow! Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?

I’m your mirror, girl.

If you don't like what you see—

then break the mirror.

Damn, you sound like you’re reading a movie one-liner.

And you? You sound like a live DM.

Tell me,

don’t you think I’m worthy of real love?

Not saying that—

maybe you just don’t know how to change.

You okay?

What are you doing there?

I’m okay. The smell of car smoke calms me.

Seriously?

Mind if I sit?

Sure.

I’m Raf, by the way.

What’s your name?

Lila.

You with someone?

No. I just don’t wanna go home.

Same.

You play in a band?

Yup.

Guitarist.

Not the best, but...

I play with feeling.

Same with me...

When it comes to sex...

Not great,

but with feeling.

Ever tried just walking around?

Like...

in a rom-com?

Sort of.

Two strangers—no plans,

just walk.

I’m down.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I don’t believe in love.

Liar.

What made you say that?

It doesn’t seem believable.

Really?

Yes.

So...

bye?

Can we still meet up?

Maybe.

Aren’t you gonna follow?

Do you want me to follow you?

The story won’t happen if you don’t go along.

You seem like you’re in your own world, huh?

I let my own ghosts stay here too.

You know, sometimes—

It’s like I want—

to escape from my own body.

Like, I want to be a different person just for a night.

Maybe that’s why I’m here.

Why are you still here?

You didn’t exactly tell me to leave.

Oh, by the way, I poked around your kitchen.

Have some coffee.

It’s hot.

You’re not gonna ghost me?

You know,

I’m not the kind of person who just disappears.

I’m more like cigarette smoke—

I fade out slowly.

You know,

I have a sister.

But...

we don’t see each other anymore.

Older, or younger?

She’s older.

When our mom died,

we were supposed to run away.

She didn’t wanna stay anymore.

And I told her, neither did I.

But in the end, she left, and I didn’t.

She called me,

maybe...

just last year,

but I didn’t answer.

Sometimes I wonder—

does she still talk about me to other people,

or has she erased me from her story?

Like maybe...

there’s just a version of me she imagines.

You miss her?

I miss who I was back then.

Sis?

Hi, Ma.

Oh!

You smell like beer... and a woman!

Where’ve you been?

Nowhere special.

When are you going to apply for a job?

When I find the time.

Long Island.

You ghosted me.

I don’t believe in ghosts.

What happened to you?

You look like you’re sick.

Nothing.

Just swallowed a knife.

Have you ever said anything remotely sane in your life?

I think... when I was eight.

You’re gonna bang me again, aren’t you?

Wow, you know me so well.

Of course I do.

You know,

I feel like you’re gonna get bored of me—

like I do.

Probably.

Shit!

What?

You see that girl behind me?

Another one you tricked?

Come on, I’ll hide you.

I’m close!

You’re so good.

Thank you.

Hot coffee latte, please.

Thank you.

Hey.

You were at the laundromat the other day, right?

Just because we did laundry on the same day,

I’m supposed to talk to you now?

Not really.

But hey,

at least we have something in common.

We both like clean clothes.

I’m Raf, by the way.

Maya.

Okay, I got to get back to work.

- I was just gonna say something. - What—flirting?

Whoa.

You a psychic?

This isn’t new to me.

I know your type.

So...

- What’s the secret? - Huh?

Secret to getting you to like me?

And why would I tell you that?

Because...

I’m being honest?

First time I’ve ever been.

So your honesty’s a favor I should be grateful for?

You know what, quit trying to impress me.

It’s not gonna work.

Next time, just say it straight.

Like this: “I want to take you out on a date.”

Okay, fine.

Straight up. No bullshit, no pick-up lines.

I want to take you out.

Like, a real date.

At an actual restaurant.

I’ll even eat veggies if you’re vegetarian.

You really think that if we have dinner,

I’ll forget you’re just like all the other guys

who just want to get laid?

I don’t think so.

It’s just dinner, that’s it. We eat.

Maybe talk a little. That’s all. Let’s start from there.

Thursday. 8 PM.

Let’s do it here, to keep things easy.

But if you’re even a minute late, I’m leaving.

Okay. Got it.

This is your idea of a first date?

This isn’t a date.

Okay...

Kind of feels like one.

You said you wanted to eat out, right?

I said yes, doesn’t mean we signed a contract.

Why are you wearing lipstick?

I always wear lipstick. Even when I’m doing laundry.

Are you always like this?

Like what? Honest?

Nonchalant.

Yuck.

First of all, I hate that word.

Second, I’m not nonchalant.

I’ve just had a lot of experiences like this.

I’ve met a lot of your kind.

But you’re here now.

You know, I dated someone like you once.

All charm, all swag,

said he didn’t believe in love.

Thought he was so cool.

So, what did you say?

I said, I hope one day you feel it,

then get left behind.

Is that what you’re doing now?

This is enough.

You know what, Raf?

You’re not a bad guy.

But you’re ignorant.

People like you don’t realize how many hearts you’ve hurt.

Maya!

Maya, wait!

Maya!

Maya!

Maya!

Maya, wait, please!

I know I probably seem like I’m just smooth-talking you.

It’s what I do.

Say some sad boy, or confident guy line—

some made-up story just to

get the girl to come home with me. But—

But?

But now—

I don’t wanna talk just to sound cool, Maya.

I wanna be real.

Yeah, I’m a coward.

Scared of rejection.

Scared of commitment.

Scared that maybe...

I’m actually just a worthless guy.

So...

I stuck to hook-ups.

Kept it casual.

No attachments—

so it wouldn’t hurt.

No fights.

Nothing to lose.

But now...

I want to try.

I want to try, even if I fail.

Raf,

if you just want to have sex, just say it.

No need to sugarcoat it.

I’m not hard to talk to.

Especially if I like the person.

Or if I’m into them.

So… what now?

What do you mean, “what now”?

I mean—

Us. What are we now?

We don’t have to put a label right away.

But if that’s what you want...

Raf.

There is no “us.”

Huh?

But… I thought...

It was fun, right?

I felt that, too. But...

there’s no “us.”

Okay?

Wait. I don’t get it. I don’t get it.

That’s fine.

You don’t have to understand.

You’re not used to this, huh?

To what?

A woman who’s not buying what you’re selling.

Unfair.

Unfair?

Raf, your whole life, you’ve treated people like checkpoints.

Collecting experiences instead of looking for something real.

And now that you’re finally feeling something—

you think it has to mean something right away?

I just thought…

But...

things are different now.

Maya, I’m tired of pretending.

I’m tired.

I don’t want to be

the guy you think I am anymore.

Raf...

Maybe you can be different, just not this time.

Not with me.

Not when you’re just chasing what you think feels real.

Maybe we were meant to be…

Meant to cross paths…

but that’s it.

We’re not meant to walk the same road together.

Hi, Ma.

Wow! You’re up early, huh?

Of course.

I was thinking I’d help you cook, but turns out you’re already eating.

Come on, eat. Grab yourself a plate.

Okay.

I missed your cooking, Ma.

Go ahead, eat up.

You okay?

Honestly, Ma...

I don’t know.

But maybe that’s a good sign.

Oh, by the way, Ma!

I’m applying for a job tomorrow.

- Wow. - Like a real job. I promise.

Not just drinking.

I just realized, Ma...

I don’t want to be the old me anymore.

I want you to be proud of me.

Son, just learn how to cook first.

Even just that... I’d already be so proud of you.

Alright, alright.

- Yes, Mom. - Eat up!

Hi.

Sorry, just noticed something...

You were here the other day, right?

Yeah.

You were sitting near the window, right?

You were drawing something on a tissue.

- I was just bored. - You looked super focused.

Didn’t think anyone would notice.

I notice a lot of things. Sorry.

Like what?

Like people who stare out the window for too long...

Or those who leave without finishing their food.

Is it your thing to watch what strangers do?

Not everyone. Just the ones who look like they’ve got secrets.

- I’m Maya, by the way. - Ella.

Ella.

Got time?

- Another round of coffee? - Sure.

My drink was too sweet.

I prefer bitter.

Perfect, I’m bitter.

Nice...

So, is it better?

Way better.

I don’t really trust people

who drink sweet coffee.

Well, I guess don’t trust me then.

So, what do you do?

Photographer.

Sometimes freelance.

- Sometimes, weddings. - Wow. Romantic.

Not really. Promise.

But at least I feel like my life has some purpose.

What about you?

I archive old stuff.

Photos, videos...

- I do restorations too. - Hm...

- Interesting. - Yeah.

But sometimes it’s kind of sad...

You know, like you’re looking through

memories that aren’t even yours.

But still... you look anyway.

Well...

We all look.

So, Ella—

is it your thing to chat up strangers?

No.

Just you.

I’ve got a quick Zoom meeting.

Go ahead.

I need to go back to my apartment, my laptop’s there.

It’ll just take about 15 minutes.

Want to come?

Okay, sure.

Nice.

Wait, let me just grab my stuff.

The client wouldn’t stop talking.

Aren’t all clients like that?

Sorry about that.

Took a little longer than I thought.

It’s fine.

You could’ve gone home...

but you stayed.

Thanks.

It's our first time meeting, and I already brought you home.

You probably think I’m up to something.

Why?

Don’t you?

Why...

is it okay if I do?

Depends.

Depends on what?

You’re intense.

I don’t usually do this.

Good.

I’m not into “usual.”

What do you want, Ella?

I want to know...

what you taste like.

Hi Ella, it's Maya.

I felt a connection last time. What about you?

Can we meet again soon?

Cheers!

- We’ll be right over there. - Alright.

Do you know the WiFi password?

Are you really asking, or are you flirting?

Both?

You’re really used the WiFi as a move...

You okay?

Do you know that guy?

Who?

- The guy at the counter. - Oh.

He looks like he’s every girl’s ex.

- So he’s a player, huh? - Exactly. What a waste.

Can I bum one?

Actually... I don’t smoke.

So why’d you ask?

I don’t know.

Saw you at the bar earlier...

Is this how serial killers flirt?

Do I look like a serial killer?

Just kidding.

- What’s your name? - Ella.

Javi.

So, Javi, what are you doing out here being all mysterious?

What about you? Why are you here?

Hunting girls.

But you ruined it. I hate you!

This is my first time.

- Smoking? - Hitting on a guy.

My whole life, I’ve only been with girls.

But I started thinking, maybe that’s not really me.

There’s just something about guys I don’t vibe with.

They’re kind of loud.

Chaotic.

What happened? You seem so open now.

Hmm...

If I’m gonna try this, I want it to be real.

Not just because someone dared me, or it’s on a bucket list.

Are you nervous?

Should I be?

I don’t know.

Me? A little.

I’ve slept with lots of girls,

but with a guy, I don’t know...

The feeling’s different.

The energy’s different.

Feels like I have to give something up.

But with you, it doesn’t feel like that.

I don’t know.

I can’t explain it.

You don’t seem like the type to take advantage.

Like you’re actually willing to meet halfway.

Geez...

You know, I’m not really in a rush.

We can just talk for now.

I don’t really wanna just talk.

So...

- It happened? - Yup, it did.

You okay?

I enjoyed it, but...

But?

This really isn’t for me.

You mean being with a guy, or being with me?

Both.

This really isn’t for me.

So... now what?

You want coffee?

Sure.

It hurts!

It hurts!

You’re probably...

going to be pissed at me again for all the shit I’ve done.

Especially since...

I still think about you all the time.

Especially when I’m smoking.

Lila!

- Javi? - What are you doing here?

- What are you-- - What are you doing here?

I hang out here whenever I go out.

What about you?

Ah... nothing.

Just needed to think.

So, what's up?

Lila, I’m sorry. For everything.

How long’s it been?

Since what?

Since she was gone.

It’s been a year.

You’re still waiting?

Some people never come back, Javi.

Even the ones who are still alive.

Don’t you go disappearing too, okay?

You ever feel like...

you were born into the wrong life?

All the time.

Like...

you took a wrong turn somewhere, and now you can’t go back.

And it’s like everyone else knows what they’re doing, right?

Like they’ve all read some guidelines we missed.

Or maybe they’re just better at pretending.

I remember you used to be the life of the party.

What happened?

Got tired?

Are you okay now?

Sometimes.

But at least it’s not all the time.

At least.

At least.

I don’t know where I’m going.

Same. But I guess that’s okay too.

You seem different.

So do you.

You think we can still fix this?

I hope so.

But I want to try.

What are you doing?

Same old stuff.

You know...

sometimes “happy endings” are overrated.

Sometimes, going back to the beginning isn’t so bad.

There’s just something about this bar.