SINGLE LAND (WORKING TITLE)

It’s dinner time.

You’re wandering among the tables of a restaurant you didn’t even know existed. The music is slightly too loud. You’ve just taken a sip of the welcome cocktail, orange in color, non alcoholic. Well, come on, you expected worse. Most of the peoplea round you are complete strangers. And they must all have taken great care with how they dressed, both the men and the women. On the table there’s a Post-it with your name on it—this is where you’re supposed to sit.

So you do. You notice that next to the glass there’s a sheet of paper and a pen. What you’ll be doing during the evening is sending a message to the person you’d like to get to know better. She has a badge with a number on it, just like you, which you’ve pinned to the pocket of your shirt. Everyone has a number that iden-tifies them. “C-c-can you hear me?” You look around once more and smile. You’re excited—yes, a little. And you sigh, at your first time attending the “Singles Night on Tour”.