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Screenplay: Valentine. Part 3

Updated on March 24, 2016
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Serena:

It’s mostly a morning shift.

Nicolas:

Where do your work?

Then after a second, he adds.

Nicolas:

You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.

Serena:

I don’t want to.

Nicolas:

Fair enough.

Serena:

(Smilingly)

I bet there are a lot of things going around your brain right now.

Nicolas:

Yeah.

Another silence ensues.

Serena:

Right, so you wanted to know why I didn’t call you.

Nicolas:

Ummm-hmmm.

Serena:

Well, my phone was a giving me a bit of a problem, so I uh-had to reset the factory settings. I lost most of my contacts.

(Serena, as mentioned earlier, had actually, purposefully, deleted his number)

Nicolas responds after a long minute.

Nicolas:

Why do I have a feeling that you’re lying?

Serena:

That’s just your insecurity speaking.

Nicolas:

I suppose you’re right. So, why don’t you give me your number?

Serena purses her lips.

Serena:

I have met you like twice now, thrice including today, barely had a conversation which lasted for more than 5 minutes, and you actually expect me to give you my number? For all I know, you are a psychopath.

Nicolas throws his head back and laughs although Serena doesn’t seem very amused.

After several seconds, he stops, but there’s still a hint of a smile in his face.

Nicolas:

Actually, you’re right. I haven’t realized it.

Serena:

I am glad you have now.

Nicolas:

That doesn’t mean that you can’t get to know me.

Serena closes the screen with a soft snap so that she can properly look at him.

Then she leans back into her chair.

Serena:

Okay. What’s your last name?

Nicolas:

(Hesitates for a fraction of a second)

James.

Serena:

Nicolas James, is it? What do you do, for a living?

Nicolas:

You don’t answer that, but you want me to answer it?

Serena:

I work in Starbucks. Now you?

Nicolas:

I am a broker at West Avenue.

Serena’s eyebrows shoot up.

Serena:

Somehow, I have to say, I don’t believe you for a second.

Nicolas:

Why?

Serena:

You look young. Maybe 25 or 26. And on two occasions, (she flicks her hand towards him) I have seen wear two different Armani suits, different shoes, both leather, no doubt some expensive designer brand, and on our second meet at the park, you wore some really expensive shoes.

There is an amused look on his face.

Serena continues.

Serena:

And of course, your watch. It must have cost a fortune. While you may be a West Avenue broker, you’re, I assume, also a trust fund baby.

Nicolas:

Do you even know how much they pay at West Avenue?

Serena:

Sure. But I am going to go ahead and assume that it’s been barely a year or two for you at the company, and with just how expensive apartments in New York are, I am guessing that you wouldn’t throw anyway your month’s remuneration on hoarding designer clothes.

Nicolas’s face breaks into a smile.

Nicolas:

You’re right. I probably am a trust fund baby.

Serena nods satisfactorily.

Nicolas:

As for you, I would say the same.

Serena:

About what?

Nicolas:

I highly doubt you hold a job in Starbucks. Your MAC for instance doesn’t seem to be of any use to a Starbucks employee. That book you just put inside your bag is listed for sophomore year Business Management course in most colleges.

Serena:

So what is your conclusion?

Nicolas:

You’re a college student. Your summer break is going on and so you...enjoy working here.

Serena:

You make some good points.

Nicolas grins.

Nicolas:

So do you. Which college are you in?

Serena:

I just suppose you’ll have to work things by guessing.

His eyes sparkle slightly.

Nicolas:

Is that how it’s going to be?

Serena:

Seems like it.

Serena smiles at him.

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