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EXT. NARROW PAVEMENT IN HARUJUKU NEIGHBOURHOOD – APRIL MORNING

PERSON walks past GIRL. GIRL is near thirties, average looking, hair bent from sleep. She
walks towards PERSON, minding her own business, on her phone or with headphones in.
PERSON looks lovestruck, in awe even though he is about 50 yards from GIRL. Mouth dry,
rumbling in his chest. He starts a monologue over the scene.
PERSON.
She’s the 100% girl. She’s not that good looking but
I know she’s the perfect girl for me. Everyone has
their own type of girl you’re interested in. And I,
of course, have my own.

MEMORY FLASH.
PERSON I sat in a restaurant with a friend, staring at the girl on the next table. Monologue
continues.

PERSON
I liked the shape of her nose. I tend to do this
often, staring at features of girls I see randomly.
Although I can’t remember this girls’ nose. Or if
she had one at all. Strange. But I can remember she
had no great beauty.

INT. CAFÉ AT A TABLE BY THE WINDOW – LATE MORNING.

PERSON
Yesterday on the street I passed an 100% girl.

FRIEND
Yeah? Was she good looking?

PERSON
(shrugs)
Not really.

FRIEND
Your favourite type then, huh?

PERSON
I don’t know. I can’t seem to remember much about
her.

FRIEND
Strange.

PERSON
(hums and nods)
Yeah. Strange.
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FRIEND
(bored, looking around)
So. Anyhow, what did you do? Talk to her? Follow
her?

PERSON
Nah. Just sort of passed her on the street.