Samuel Beckett goes up to the counter and orders a water, then goes to sit and wait. After what feels like an eternity, but is in reality only two acts, the barista calls his name and hands him an empty cup.
I think this is the moment when she entirely regains trust in him. She realizes that wherever he was, he was scared and confused, and yet he took the time to record something for them, for her. To let her know he loves her, and he never intended to leave her. I think this moment was so beautiful.