Before Sunrise

‘Six months from now? Or last night?’ ‘Shit,’ replies Jesse, who doesn’t seem to have yet thought of that: ‘Last night. Six months from last night. Which is, er, June 16th. Track 9, six months from now. Six o’clock at night.’ ‘December.’ ‘December,’ echoes Jesse. ‘Now look, it’s a train ride for you but I’ve got to fly over here and shit like that, all right.’ Celine laughs, her yes full of brightness and love. ‘But I’m going to be here,’ continues Jesse. ‘Me too,’ replies the young woman, ‘And we’re not going to call or write, or..’ ‘No. it’s depressing,’ counters Jesse, shrugging his shoulders, and revealing by his words that he believes in the magic of romance as much as anyone. They say their goodbyes, she with an ‘Au Revoir,’ he with a ‘Later’. They part.