It is cold and rainy outside. I’m in a café, sitting at a high table next to a window. People pass by under colourful umbrellas.

A girl stops just in front of me; only the glass window and the raindrops separate us.

She is sending a text message and seems to be upset. I can observe closely the emotions in her face as she is standing in front of me.


An Asian woman stops at more less the same spot. Her phone is ringing. She answers the phone and at the same time tries to open her umbrella. Her umbrella doesn’t open completely. It’s as if she is holding an orange flower above her head.