Meanwhile during my stay in Paris...
A hidden encounter in Brasserie Le Sélect on the Boulevard du Montparnasse...
~”He’s only just sat down
in the cafe when she enters
and stands at the counter
waiting to be served.
He lets his latte settle.
Allows his eyes to scrutinize.
The waitress serves the woman in the white hat and black dress.
He notes her fine figure,
the high sealed neck,
the sultry and dreamy looks in the eyes.
He tries to breathe
in from where he sits her perfume,
but it doesn’t come.
The woman orders an espresso
and says it with an American accent.
He follows her with his eyes
as she walks to a table alone.
She looks like a girl Modigliani
would have painted.
She looks at her watch and then
around the room of the cafe.
She crosses her legs,
one over the other, thigh revealed.
He sips his latte.
Wipes his lips with the back
of his hand. Bad habit,
his late mother would have slapped
his hand as a child once.
The waitress delivers
the woman’s coffee;
he notes the waitress’s fine behind,
the hands serving,
the legs touching together.
Then she’s gone.
Just the woman in the white hat
The way she lifts up the white cup
to her mouth,
her fingers holding delicately,
as if afraid to break.
‘Get a life’, Brody would say
If he were there.
But he’s not;
he’s away with that girl from the office, having a lay.
The woman in the hat stares at him,
her eyes devour,
her lips part like legs before sex.
She looks boringly away.
He sips more latte.
He doesn’t like her white hat
or black dress anyway.”~
This is a specific scripting moment from my fictitious film direction, assigned to my good IG friend: