Niente di particolare
In a city shrouded in fog and flickering neon lights, an indie singer with a rough voice and a disillusioned look accepts a date with a girl he meets by chance, among the smoky tables of a nightclub. Their meeting unfolds amidst sharp silences, ill-timed jokes, and gazes that never meet. He seems distant, she skeptical. But something changes. A gesture, an off-script phrase, a song he absentmindedly plays while they wait for the bill. She turns. Then listens. Then stays. In black and white reflections of the streetlights, the indifference cracks. A romantic noir, just the right amount off-key.
