Two people sit back-to-back beneath an umbrella outside a café. Flowers are blooming behind them. The scene has all the ingredients of a romantic Italian afternoon.
Except he's on his phone, and she's busy doing her own thing.
I found that contrast hilarious. The setting practically begs for a grand romantic moment, and yet life is happening exactly as it always does.
I love little scenes like this because they remind me that real life rarely looks like the postcard. Even in Rome, beneath the prettiest umbrella, people are still people.
Two people sit back-to-back beneath an umbrella outside a café. Flowers are blooming behind them. The scene has all the ingredients of a romantic Italian afternoon.
Except he's on his phone, and she's busy doing her own thing.
I found that contrast hilarious. The setting practically begs for a grand romantic moment, and yet life is happening exactly as it always does.
I love little scenes like this because they remind me that real life rarely looks like the postcard. Even in Rome, beneath the prettiest umbrella, people are still people.
