The streets of Paris are crowded with people. Among them is Cyrano, going about his day. That is until he feels the familiar gaze of someone staring. He composes himself before turning to see who is staring. It is almost surprising that he missed the gaze of this individual standing nearly right next to him. With a charming smile to hide his insecurity of his large nose, he speaks, “You may go— Or tell me why are you staring at my nose!”