Late Checkout. A drink in hand, at the hotel bar, no one seems in a hurry to leave.
A MOMENT THAT STRETCHES OUT
He should have left an hour ago. The travel bag waits near the door, but there is no rush. Outside, the countryside; here, this last moment granted before handing back the keys. Through the window, the countryside stretches as far as the eye can see. The travel bag, placed near the door since this morning, has not moved.
He hasn't checked the time for a while, check-out can wait.
