Louis goes to the same park and sits on the same bench every day, and every day, he writes in his little, black notebook. People come and go as they please. Some sit on the bench with him. Some don’t. No one ever really stays. Life seems to be pretty grey and monotonous for Louis, till one day he notices someone sitting next to him that he’s never noticed before. She seems to sit at his park bench everyday now. Does she intend to stay?