YORAM
What would you like to drink?
STRANGER
A double espresso coffee. I haven't had a drink in years…
YORAM (to the waitress)
For me, Instant coffee.
The waitress places two cups of coffee on the counter in front of them as they stand and wait in silence. Yoram grows increasingly anxious as the wait continues, while the stranger remains quiet.
YORAM (Nervously)
Where do you come from?
His question goes unanswered as the stranger promptly takes the coffee and walks to one of the far corners of the café. Yoram delays payment and approaches the stranger somewhat hesitantly after tucking the receipt into his pants pocket. There, at a remote table, the stranger awaits him. Yoram follows and sits across from him, compulsively preoccupied with sweetening his coffee, afraid to meet the stranger's gaze. The stranger, amused, observes him through his glasses. Finally, Yoram lifts his face, and their eyes meet. The stranger holds the hot cup with both hands, pausing to take a few tiny sips, clearly savoring the taste of the coffee. After a few seconds, the stranger withdraws from his momentary pleasure.