PAGE ONE: Eight panels
We open on a profile shot of a young couple sat opposite each other in a booth in a busy late night diner. The YOUNG WOMAN sits on the right side of the panel. She stirs her coffee ildly whilst looking across the table at the YOUNG MAN sat opposite her. They both look haggard and tired.
MAN: It's not going to work...
The woman looks up at the ceiling. Please let this be over. The man continues. It's raining outside now.
MAN: --we made a mistake--
A waitress stands by the table pouring more coffee. The woman looks up at her, silently thanking her stripes for contact from someone other than this guy.
MAN: --incapable of sharing yourself--
The man grows frustrated. He's not getting through. The woman remains nonchalant.
MAN: --so closed off--
The man continues. But he's given up. He motions to the waitress for the cheque.
MAN: --head buried in the past--
The woman sits in the booth by herself. The man is getting up to leave.
MAN: --not even listening--
Nothing but black.
MAN(TAILLESS): --you listening?
WOMAN(TAILLESS): Sorry, I drifted off a bit...
CUT TO the same young man and woman sitting in a small kitchen somewhere in a cramped apartment. A single candle illuminates the scene. On the table in front of them is a plate of Welsh Rarebit.
They both look fresher, younger, more vibrant. Both of them are smiling at each other.
WOMAN: Some first date, huh?
MAN: A date? I mean...are you sure?