Today is Jack's birthday party and everyone is invited, even that bashful lonely boy who nobody remembers his name and that sweet but neurotic single girl with the soft voice. Between the two young strangers, an inconspicuous, still, abysmal gap exists, pivoting around restless and deafening thoughts drenched in doubt, weakness and self-diminishment. Am I good enough for her? Is he ever going to notice me? Those, and other, more impudent and unpleasantly direct questions bombard their dazed minds, while unbeknownst to them, both youngsters crave the same thing. So in the end, the real question is one: wouldn't it be better if those incessant inner thoughts were finally muted?