June Twenty-Eighth, Two Thousand and Ten After Death.
Thirty Four minutes past Eleven Post Meridian.
Narrator says: To my near left is a couple. The male is Emanuel Brahman, he is a researcher at a small security services company. His hobbies are bowls and stamp collecting. He has worn glasses since the age of seven, when the orbs within his eye sockets twisted in to the shape of rugby balls. He wears an earring in his right ear, a subtle silver link tight against the flesh. This addition goes unseen in attached photography due to the angle at which he holds his head. He is thirty four years of age. To his right is the female Gitche Manitou. She is a receptionist at a central Parisian bank. Her work is repetitive but she enjoys the calm of the wide open office space and greeting familiar clients. She has few pass times other than spending her time with M. Brahman. She too has worn glasses since the age of seven, which acted as common ground when first meeting M. Brahman. Her hair is a dark auburn. Her eyes a similar shade. She is thirty six years of age. They left their apartment together at approximately Ten minutes past Ten Post Meridian. They have sat in silence for the last Fifteen minutes, which M. Brahman is about to attempt to dissipate. In the time they have been sat down they have consumed nothing. The waiter visible back left has been shooed away several times.
To my extreme left is a couple. Thomas and Philipe, they require no second names as they are simply supplementary characters providing the scene with a well necessitated depth.
The irony of the scene lies in the fact that, Thomas and Philipe have recently found each other. Their first meeting has gone well and they have found themselves in a jovial mood. We cannot know the future, but for the present all is fine. Juxtaposed to this is M. Brahman and Mlle. Manitou. They have been together for Five years, Six months, Twenty-Eight days, Seventeen hours and Forty-Six seconds. This relationship ended Three point Five seconds ago upon the utterance of the words: “Maybe we should stop.” And it stopped.