In black-and-white, Jon Secada sits at a table on the patio at the restaurant and looks at the violet-tinted sign across the street. A young woman pulls her hair back. He walks on the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets.
Highlighted in lapis, the young woman plays pool at the bar. A second young woman holds a pool cue, her tank top brushed with hot pink.
Wearing an open shirt and jeans, he walks on the beach.
The young woman sits across from him. She looks at people as they walk on the sidewalk. He stares into the restaurant.
Water splashes over him as he sits on a rock.
A second young woman, her outfit tinted in lapis, walks into the bar. He sings as the lapis rain falls. He and the young woman laugh.
She wasn’t at the bar. Jon Secada averts his gaze across the street, tears stinging his eyes. He’s been coming back every week for about two months and hasn’t seen her once. He asks the server if he’s seen her at all. The server shakes her head “no” and mentions for him to ask the bartender. He may know. Secada tells her thanks.
He walks up to the counter and orders a drink. He describes his ex-girlfriend. The bartender explains he may have met her. However, he sees a lot of people in a weekend and wishes he could be a better help. He pays for his drink and says it’s okay.
The bar seemed to have changed since they used to hang out there every weekend. The young women, out with their friends, ordered cocktails and flirted with the men in business suits. The young women side-eyed him in his t-shirt and jeans. Although he could see her laughing with him, it wasn’t their place anymore. He places his glass on the ledge and walks on the sidewalk. He won’t be to be at the bar again. It was a part of his life that was over.
Director: N/A Year: 1992