With tears welling up in the lower corners of your swollen eyes, you looked around, almost like the world seemed to be swallowing you entirely. A poor little girl, homeless, lost and cold, this would be you if Scarlett hadn't been directing a new movie.

You were there, in the middle of that crowd of working people, in a totally unknown place, running to hide at the first curve you saw.

Scarlett, on the other hand, finished drinking her espresso while sighing, burying her hands in her coat pocket while she was walking towards her chair, startling a little when she felt the impact of a small body against her legs.

It was you, so fragile and delicate, with your huge and full of sadness eyes, specks of dust all over your little face, in addition to the scared expression, the way your lips trembled and your shoulders shrank when you saw her. "Dear are you lost? That's not exactly the place for a child."