I don’t know.

A person in a black t-shirt stands in a field, swinging a large, clear object that shatters, sending fragments flying outward. The scene cuts to a person with dark hair in a black t-shirt holding a pizza box, then leaning forward with a smile, followed by a close-up of their face, then a blurry shot of a person in a crowd, and finally a man and a woman standing in a kitchen, talking and smiling at each other.