"I recently saw a movie."
Averie had uttered those words without a second thought, without a care in the world. There was no particular reason behind it. It's just that he found it rather easy to speak his mind in front of the good director.
'What kind of movie?' Director Groux wanted to ask.
But he decided otherwise.
He didn't want to ruin the chirping of the birds, which almost sounded like a fairytale song, with his hoarse voice.
And he didn't think Averie was the kind of man who would remember the names of the films he saw.
The sun rose amid frigid winds that endlessly blew tea steam in his direction.
"There was an actor…" Averie trailed off, staring into space.
He recalled the moving pictures.
"He was of a different ethnicity than the character he portrayed."
That detail had been stuck in his head.
"Vastly different." He chewed on those words. "They had to apply so much makeup that it almost seemed ridiculous."
