A small, dimly lit Italian restaurant sits in a snowy alleyway. The camera angle is low, capturing the falling snowflakes against a palette of streetlight oranges and midnight blues. The subject, a reluctant business man, sits alone in a booth. The depth of field blurs the restaurant’s vintage decor, leaving the focus squarely on the man and the plate of steamy tortellini in front of him. The framed shot emphasizes the isolation. Suddenly, the door swings open and a gust of snowy wind carries in a mystery figure. The balance of the scene shifts; the man is no longer alone. The scene ends with the figure sliding a discreet envelope across the table.