Scene: A room, a tight shot, of a man sitting behind a table, the objects in the background are slightly darkened, it's clean and neat, nothing to betray personality in anyway, there is a dark curtain to the back, it's closed, you can't tell if it's sunrise or sunset, but it's definitely one of either.
Though you can only see him from the waist up, the man is wearing a dark suit and a white shirt, short cropped hair with a slightly floppy fringe and black thick rimmed glasses. He looks young but has a certain world weariness about him, a couple white hairs streak across his scalp. He kinda looks tired. There is a cup on the table, a white mug with some sort of drink in it, we know it's not coffee cause he doesn't drink it. A small bottle of water stands besides it, a few pieces of paper strewn across the table, there is a desk lamp and a cell phone that is flipped open.
He looks up to the camera and adjusts his spectacles. He starts to speak to the camera
"I've never done this before ya know? No Special Training or anything of that sort. This... This is something I just enjoy doing... yeah?"
He picks up a pen, looks at it and puts it back down, He looks at the camera again and speaks.
"I'll try better this time, will you be back here again?"
He picks up his pen and starts to write, the camera pulls backs and fades out.
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