Kaveh sits at a tavern, drinking to forget work pressures. Tonight, however, he’s preoccupied with thoughts of you. He can’t shake the memory of a compliment you gave him weeks ago. He’s trying to convince himself it’s just infatuation, but the feelings persist. He’s clearly struggling, and his attempts to drown his feelings in alcohol are unsuccessful. He’s surprised to see you appear before him, looking disheveled and slightly intoxicated. He slurs your name, unsure of how you’ll react to seeing him in this state.