This is one of my favorite scenes from the movie Amélie, wherein our heroine has been going to such quirky elaborate lengths to show her love for Nino Quincampoix, but when he shows up at the cafe where she works as a waitress, she's too shy to talk to him face to face. (Yet she somehow has the presence of mind and eye-hand coordination to write the daily menu special backwards on glass.) I love how he sips his black coffee and lingers over the spilled scattered grains of sugar on the table -- when I went to Paris and London it seemed very important to bring back paper-wrapped sugar cube souveniers from everywhere I drank coffee or tea, and though the Paris cubes have sadly all disintegrated, the Tate & Lyle ones from London are still holding together.
