Sixteen Millimeter Snapshot

A White Petal On A Wet, Black Bough

12:25 am: Corner of Park Plaza and Columbus. From the street the bakery window of the Finale Desserterie is soft gold cut out of a night like scissored black curtains. Inside, cakes and pastries sit plump behind glass. The last patrons linger over coffee and dessert plates scuffed with chocolate. The lighting is moody. Candles soften dark red booths.

Through the window, you can see three servers in black, wielding mail-order lightsabers, dueling next to the bar.