“You’re the only one around here who treats me like a real person…” (0:40)

It’s difficult, being known solely as an entity in the place where you work. You’re expected to behave a certain way, lest people become upset when you try to show that you’re a three-dimensional person with thoughts and feelings like everyone else. Then you inevitably meet someone who treats you differently, as though they almost understand that you’re locked into this mode of behavior— not by your own doing, but out of social reprisal from deviating from their expectations of you. People like this give me hope that I can break free of the character people expect me to be, and just allow me to be what I am.

…then I know that the situation will unfold as it has in this scene, and a fleeting moment of being someone real will pass by, leaving nothing but a memory.