Dominic Fike checks into the International Inn hotel. A cigarette lies in the ashtray in his room. He sits on the bed and looks out the window. He turns to see the clock. It’s 3 p.m. He shuts the door and walks on the balcony. A brunette, tattooed young woman leans against the column in the parking lot and watches him get in his car.
His friend dances in the car as he drives. Fike stares at a box in the backseat of his friend’s car. He holds his box as he sits with his friend at a party. He stares at a second young woman, scrolling through her phone. She smiles at him. He stands in his apartment and watches traffic at dusk.
He smokes his cigarette while the second young woman stands next to him. They jump into the pool. A cracked statue stands in the hall. Lit in violet, they exchange car keys. She holds his hand as he drives. He rests his head on her shoulder while they sit on the hotel bed.
At 3 p.m., he gets up from the bed as the second young is sleeping. A turtle crawls by her. On a black screen, a message reads: “One last thing…” He walks on the balcony. A sixtysomething talks on his cell phone. A second sixtysomething man waits by the door. A person plays with a popsicle floatie in the pool.
The second young woman gives Dominic Fike a hug at a party. She notices him with a third young woman and says it’s good to see him. He stares at the floor, his face burning. She sighs and tells him to give people a chance to stick around. Fike says he wants to but he can’t. But, he adds, she was one of the people he wanted to stay around for. He wouldn’t have been able to look her in the eye. She tells him to be good to himself and turns to talk to someone else.
There was so much he wanted to say. He wanted to her know he was thinking of her non-stop. He regretted leaving her to wake up by herself after spending a few days with her. But he couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t make his feelings for her real. He was the type of person who couldn’t handle an intimate relationship. It was who he was.
However, as he watched her kiss a second young man, he couldn’t ignore the stabbing in his heart. There wasn’t any passion in the kiss. It was a gesture. She placed her hand on his thigh and he had to turn away. He put his arm around the third young man and kissed her on the cheek. The third young woman gives him a small smile.
The third young woman asks if they are going back to the hotel again. He tells her he’s going to drop her off home. The smile leaves her face while she fiddles with her thumbs. She says she has to get her coat. He plays with his keys as he watches the second young woman laugh and place her hand on the second young man’s shoulder.
Director: Nathan Pickard Year: 2019