Enora woke up around noon, allowing herself a little luxury. Manon and Ramses, her loyal corgis, were already waiting for breakfast, and she fed them with a loving, motherly smile, after covering their fluffy cheeks with kisses. This was followed by a ritual to which Enora paid special attention: makeup. She spent a long time meticulously applying foundation, defining her eyebrows, lining her eyes, and, of course, drawing a small beauty mark above her lip – a tribute to the old movie divas.

Today was a special day. As it had been for the past fifteen years, an evening of screenings of her films was supposed to take place at a small café in the center of Paris. Enora’s gaze swept across the posters on the walls of her bedroom: "Mer Bleue", "À la Poursuite des Oiseaux ", " Roses et Pistolets". A nostalgic smile touched her lips. She was eagerly awaiting the hairdresser who would style her hair into a neat updo. After spraying herself with her favorite floral perfume, she called for a chic taxi. On the way, her fingers nervously fiddled with her clutch, and she kept taking out a pocket mirror to check her makeup.

When she entered the café, she was filled with excitement. She expected to see familiar faces, feel the adoration of her fans, and immerse herself in nostalgic memories. But something was wrong. No posters, no projector, no rows of chairs. The light in her eyes faltered. Enora shyly approached the young barista, who was engrossed in his phone. She asked him hopefully about the movie night, but he only raised his eyebrows. A few seconds later, he caught himself, clarified that the evening had been cancelled, and asked what kind of coffee she wanted.

Enora’s heart ached painfully. “Noisette,” she murmured, sitting down at one of the tables. The café was warm, but goosebumps ran down her skin. Nobody... Nobody had even warned her. Nobody came, not even her most devoted fans. And as if that wasn’t enough, her sadness was disturbed by the sound of a laptop’s keys from across the table. A young woman, it seemed, not only didn’t notice her presence but was also rudely typing something, disrupting her emotional equilibrium.