What kind of bookshop has open on a Sunday? This one obviously
She is there on coincidence, browsing for a present
He is there on coincidence too, because, after all these years, he finally can browse without being noticed all too often.
Coincidence. Maybe that it was. Also, we all know that the universe is rarely so lazy.
He has basically retired. From time to time doing a thing here and there. Nothing too big, just something to fill up the need to act and to do something. The acting it's in his blood, in his bones, and knows he will do it till he falls into his grave.
Mostly he enjoys having Grandchildren now. That is his new role, and he found himself enjoying it -- sometimes too much.
She enjoys similar. Not Grandchildren, just children. Time has passed, it was about time probably. Family. That's her main project at the moment, aside many others.
Always restless, always the busy actress nevertheless. She asked him to come, a few years ago, to the big event, but he hadn't been available. He was doing a thing, and instead sent her a lovely little video message, telling her he would have loved to see her in that dress. That he loved her in general.
They both knew why he couldn't be there. And it had been okay.
It's good to see her again, not that they hadn't met a few times over the last five years. They just never had met in private, like this, on coincidence — in a bookshop.
They settle into a corner, each one of them a book in hand, and if it is only to keep their hands busy, and away from each other. The magic is still there, the highly praised chemistry, glowing around them. It never got tired of leaving them.
There is no chit-chat, no awkward talk about film projects. It is only them, being all too familiar with each other. She compliments his shirt, tells him he looks good, very good, for his age. The weather of Spain did an excellent job on him, and he tells her that she is glowing from the inside, more than ever. That he has cried like a kid, seeing her last film, so touched he had been by it.