Our transition occurs—our bottle is the same, but the lighting has changed...
We begin dollying out... We then realize our group is now in Italy.
But every single one of those details we established before remains—only now they're heightened, allowed to flourish.
The intimate table setting opens onto a bustling piazza. Our poolside scene is now oceanside in the gorgeous Mediterranean sun.
Perhaps the lemons have become crates overflowing at a market stall. The small poolside board has grown into a full spread of food. One umbrella in our striped Peroni colours now multiplies down the beach.
What we set up in our American world is still there, only now it's surrounded by the DNA of Italy... And Italy itself.
By carrying these details across both worlds, the transition feels seamless. It reminds us that our characters haven't changed—only the world around them has.
The Italian way of drinking was always there.
Now we get to see it in full bloom...