The city has been deserted. The passers-by, tourists, and neighbours have escaped at sunset, taking refuge into their flats or hotels. The Sky, which has been abandoned by the stars and the moon, is now watching over the city, all alone.
Shops, cafes, and grocery stores shut hours ago, subtly informing the multitudes to leave the premises and go home.
One bar, on the corner of a usually busy crossroad, still has its lights on, covering the shadows the Sky casts from above. Inside, a couple, a man and a barman are all pretending they don’t have to be anywhere else.
‘Three customers past midnight’, thinks the barman, ‘I am lucky today, perhaps I won’t have to go home at all.’
The man by himself, wearing a grey borsalino he brought back from Milan, orders another gin tonic, his third in fact. He keeps staring at his phone willing for it to beep, or ring. All that’s on his mind is a message or a phone call from his beloved, whom he left in Italy. He felt even more ashamed, leaving her than leaving his son and wife at home.
Lately, he hasn’t felt like himself. He thought of accepting reality and telling his caring and compassionate wife the truth, but he hasn’t heard from Giovana since his last business trip in September. Ten days later and he now feels like a fool, a fool very much in adoration for a woman whom he barely knows.
Carrie and Alfred are sitting next to one another, him sporting the same kind of hat Gabriel is wearing from across him. Her, clad in red, a colour which matches her silky hair perfectly. They met two hours ago at a bus stop. They first glanced at one another and then smiled. Alfred had never had the chance to be so close to a redhead before. He is fascinated by the aura they project, their singularity, and so he decided to take a chance and talk to this lady with no bad intentions in mind. Carrie had finished having dinner with her girlfriends in a restaurant nearby. A bit tipsy, very lively and in the greatest mood, she had not wanted to go home just then. She was longing for a walk in the silent city past midnight, and watching the Sky become as dark as her hidden sorrows.