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want to just lie here quietly now.

All right.

Ada... It was beautiful...

But... It's

beautiful now as well.

Good morning!

- What is that?

- Breakfast.

The cupboards are completely bare!

This is all I could find.

There weren't any roses so

I made do with the flowerpot.

The bread was stale too. I toasted it

in the frying pan.

The shades?

To look cool. I'm ugly in the morning.

But let me tell you something.

This isn't going to fill me up.

I want a decent Sunday breakfast.

Bear it in mind.

Come here for a bit. You cute thing.

- Umm... Does my breath smell?

- No! Mine?

Of strawberries.

You're not ugly in the morning.

Not at all.

Hold on. I want to look at you a bit.

OK.

You have a face with a story.

How do you mean?

You almost have no forehead. It's like

your hair couldn't wait and grew in a

big rush... So you always

seem to be running...

Your eyes are completely the

opposite.

They tell you to stop for a bit...

To walk one step at a time...

And they really look a lot... I mean,

how can I put it?

They look really

deeply. And you know that.

Which is why you can't look

at anyone for a long time.

Your beard, it's like honey...

And it's kind of in-between the two.

It's like, Hey, don't be so serious.

We're having a good time here.

Plus you have such a mature and

well-structured face...

...it's like you were never a child.

You were never a child, so you've

always stayed a child...

What's the story called?

I don't know. Something blue or

green... Blue Frenzy...

Drop the frenzy.

Just stick to the blue.

Is this it? I've been here before.

So you didn't notice me...

Hah! Stop there. There you go. I don't

look at customers with those eyes.

In fact, you're the first...

Hmm. I see.

You want to see the kitchen first? We

can make breakfast together.

Sure.

Good morning, guys.

Guys... Meet Ada... Ada... The guys.

Hello... Welcome.

Hi. Take it easy, everyone.

We're going to get ourselves some

breakfast over there...

...without getting in

anyone's way.

Ada, meet enol. enol's our head

waiter... Ada.

Nice to meet you.

- Do you need anything, Alper Bey?

- No thanks, enol.

- Omelettes. What do you want in yours?

- Everything.

OK. An everything omelette.

Right away.

Ladies. Let's get back to work.

OK, we've had a look.

It's all over.

Feel free to ask anything you like

about the kitchen.

The recipe for carrot

and cinnamon cake?

Of course! You're right.

Wait. Its turn will come.

I'm hardly going anywhere.

How come you stay so thin

when you eat so much?

I burn it off.

It's just the way I'm built.

How did you learn to cook?

When I was at primary school... We only

kept the kitchen range alight during...

...the day... Because it was warm I

always did my homework in there.

My mother was so enthusiastic about

cooking, it was fun to watch.

Oh, by the way, my mother's coming to

stay from Tarsus. Where's your family?

Bursa... I've really neglected

them actually.

I reckon I should go and see

them at some point.

What is it you like about

second-hand books?

That they have a past, a history... I

love finding clues about other people.

Notes, phone numbers, odd mementoes

slipped between the pages and then...

...forgotten. Their stories... I love

thinking about who they belonged to...

I make up new lives in my head, in my

dreams...

I sometimes find those things in the

records I buy.

So what do you do?

I don't know. I'm more interested in

the songs really.

It was my friends in the student house

I shared at university...

...who opened my eyes... They

said I should open a restaurant...

I kind of liked the idea. So I got my

father - he's dead now -

...to sell a couple of fields

and then opened this place.

He really had a soft spot for me,

bless him.

He was confident I wouldn't go

under.

You know one of my happiest

moments ever?

Before he died, he came

to Istanbul and had something...

...to eat at the restaurant...

He looked and said,

Well done. It really

was worth me selling up.

Are you crying?

Nothing. It just moved me

a bit I guess...

So why don't you have any

friends?

Why? I do actually. I don't know.

I don't feel a huge need.

I like being alone, I suppose.

Or is it me that's difficult or what?

God, I don't know.

Everything's changing, Ada.

Everything... Everything I know,

everything familiar looks different...

Smells are changing...

Sounds and

voices are different...

All since I met you...

How can I say?

There's joy

everywhere, like a holiday morning.

Wow! That was good... You're really

moving ahead with the stories, Alper.

Alper, I want to say something.

Yes?

I... Whatever, it's nothing.

Hello.

Are you at home?

Are you available?

What's going on? God! Don't tell me

you're out on a run...

Come in. Come on...

I've even poured you a vodka.

We leave

our shoes outside, right?

You haven't called for ages.

I was all set to give

you a hard time, believe me...

Alper...

What's the matter? Did you get up?

Hmm. I had some water.

And a cigarette.

Alper, you smoke too much.

Come on, Alper... Time to wake up.

Alper!

Come on!

Your mother will be here in

two hours. Get up.

Good morning.

I've tidied the place up a bit. But you

have a look around too.

There's nothing that'll shock

the poor woman, is there?

Like what?

Magazines or whatever.

Boys stuff.

Things left over from your

bachelor days.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I was only joking...

Why are you looking

at me like that?

We're not about to get married.

Don't worry.

Ada, don't be ridiculous. It's not

that.

Aren't you behind the times...

You think magazines are still a

concept?

Alper... Do you really want me to come?

Yes. What's the problem?

Maybe the woman wants to see

you first, to catch up with you.

And I'll suddenly turn up just

like that, as soon as she arrives...

You'll turn up later anyway.

What's the difference, now or later?

I don't have to turn up at all

if you don't want.

Why are

you so stressed out this morning?

Who, me? I should be asking you the

same thing.

Look, there isn't a problem.

Come along.

You'll get to meet each other.

I have to go to work at noon anyway.

Then she won't be

by herself at home either.

OK, no problem. I'll give Sinem a call.

She can take care of the store.

Sorry. I forgot about that.

Let me remind you. I have a job too.

Or is it that you don't

want me working?

- Ada...

- What?

Mum!

Ah! My son!

Are you tired?

No, son. How could I be?

I've been sitting all the way.

The seats in these new buses

are like living room armchairs.

- You have any bags to collect?

- Have a look for these.

Mum. Give that here.

Come with me.

Look, Mum. This is Ada. My friend.

Introduce yourselves.

I'll be right back.

Hello there. How are you?

I'm very well, dear. I hope everyone's

as polite to you as you are to me!

Well, aren't you pretty, darling.

Mashallah! Mashallah!

Your name's Ada,

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