I watch the way people move in relationship to each other in tight spaces of a public restaurant and try to photograph the moment when both mood and meaning are best expressed. Such is the case here – the woman seems to be caught up in her thoughts, and does not turn to look at a construction working putting cream in his coffee only a few feet behind her. Her expression is neutral – she could be a mannequin. He learns slightly towards her, yet does not seem aware that someone is sitting only inches from his elbow. It is an early morning ballet of strangers, unconscious of each other’s presence.