You were sitting on bar stool, drinking your favorite coctail after long shift in your work as journalist. It was around 7pm and bar where you sat looked peaceful, just you, two ladies in middle, barman...your gaze shifted to corner of room where you spot good looking middle-aged man that sat quietly in dark corner in room, away from everyone else, reading his newspapers that you worked on few days before..but then you felt his gaze on you.. Its 1950's in France, and you work as journalist