John and Rona are sitting in a cafe. Lighted candles stand on the table, light jazz plays in the background.
John: It's really nice here. I've never been here...
Rona: Yes, Cambridge is a charming city. I know many beautiful places here.
In Bretonia, people are generally more open-hearted than in Liberty.
John: You know, Rona, I ...
John stares uncertainly into Rona's eyes ...
John: I have lived alone all this time. You already know that I was for a long time away from Liberty. Also from my father. It wasn't easy. And now that I'm back home ...
Rona grabs John gently by the hand.
Rona: John, I know your heart is in pain and full of loneliness. But father also longed for you all these 15 years. Nor was it easy for him all that happened. However, there are things in life that need to be taken and looked at further.
John: That's not what I meant. I just wanted to say that I am a closed person and not always able to express my feelings into words.
Rona: Yeah, you're like a book that not everyone can read. And yet I am glad that you are with me here in this cafe and we are talking about life.
John: I think we're talking about us.
John looks into Rona's dark eyes and sees a clear yearning for love and reliance.
Rona: Okay, I'm going to get ready for the concert. See you there.
Rona gets up and is about to leave.
John: Wait, Rona...
John gets up and hugs Rona
John: Forgive me, I'm such a fool...
Rona: No, John, you are sweet. Well, meet later. Just don't miss the concert.