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Screenplay: Valentine. Part 2

Updated on March 24, 2016
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Two months later.

EXT: Central Park – Day

Central Park is almost deserted this early in the morning. There is still some time for the early morning runners and joggers to arrive.

Nicolas can be seen jogging slowly down a path. The top part of his T-shirt is drenched in sweat which probably means that he has been jogging for a while now.

Abruptly he stops. His eyes wander to a girl walking briskly a few feet ahead of him.

The girl, he promptly recognized, is Serena.

He runs towards her, and then, without saying anything, he places a hand on her shoulder, meaning to turn her around.

The next few seconds happened very quickly.

She immediately grabs his hand, pulls him towards her and then tries to flip him around. But Nicolas is much stronger for her. He twists her arm almost painfully and presses it high above her back.

Serena screams.

Nicolas lets it go immediately.

Nicolas:

I-I-I am so sorry, Serena. I-don’t-it was just reflex.

At the tone of his voice, she turns around and glares. But slowly her glare turns into recognition and then her features goes back to the bland look.

Serena:

I am sorry too. I should have turned around.

Nicolas:

I should have just called you.

Serena:

Yeah, you should have.

They both size each other up. Serena is slowly massaging her arm.

Nicolas:

Another coincidence?

Serena:

You can say so.

There’s an awkward silence.

Nicolas:

I wanted to umm...thank you.

Serena:

For?

Nicolas:

For sharing that tip about Jacobsen.

Serena:

Oh That! That was quite something, huh? It shot up to –what? 21%?

Nicolas nods.

Nicolas:

I owe you.

Serena:

Hardly. I-uh-frankly speaking, I am not entirely sure why I even-you know-said that. I am not usually that sort of a person.

Nicolas:

For whatever reasons, I still do owe you.

Serena:

No, you don’t.

Nicolas doesn’t reply. He steps towards Serena and pulls her phone from where is it attached to her forearm.

Then he starts typing* something.

Serena:

The last time I checked, I had a password.

Nicolas looks up for a second, and flashes a quick 100 mega-watt smile.

Nicolas:

Last time, I checked, I was really good with...passwords.

Serena:

Okay.

He hands her back the phone.

Nicolas:

I saved my number under Diner 66th. You should call me sometime when you’re free, and maybe we can catch lunch or something.

Serena:

Lunch or something? Do you often do that?

Nicolas:

Do what?

Serena:

Give your number to strangers, who don’t even know your name.

Nicolas closes his eyes for a second.

Nicolas:

I am sorry. Again. I am Nicolas.

He puts out his hand, which Serena shakes firmly.

Serena:

Serena Sherwood.

Nicolas:

Wonderful seeing you again, Serena. I got to run now. But do call me, okay?

Without waiting for her reply, he starts jogging again, down the path.

Serena watches him go. And then, she goes through the contacts. Once she finds his number saved under Diner 66th, she presses the Delete button.

Dissolve into:


A week later:

INT. Diner 66th – Day

It is mid-afternoon, right after lunch, so Diner 66th is almost empty albeit a few late lunchers. And of course, Serena, who occupies the same seat near the window.

Like the previous time, she can be seen working on her MAC, and simultaneously jotting down something on her notebook.

She is so concentrated in her work, that she does not realize that someone had pulled the chair opposite to her.

Only when Nicolas had himself seated, did she look up.

Serena:

Oh! I-don’t-didn’t...notice you.

Nicolas:

Well you were busy with (he leans across and read the name of a book lying on the table) *Stock Market Guides. Interesting.

Serena gives a wan smile. She takes the book and places it inside her bag.

Serena:

Are you going to tell me that this a coincidence?

Nicolas:

No. I am not.

The seriousness of his voice caught her.

Serena:

Okay.

Nicolas:

Why didn’t you call, Serena?

She lets a relieved sigh.

Serena:

Ah! That’s what it’s all about? It got to your ego, didn’t it?

Nicolas tries to hide his smile unsuccessfully, and finally he gives in.

Nicolas:

Well, there’s really no point denying that. But I was also wondering.

Serena:

How did you find me?

Nicolas:

Charlie informed me that you almost always come here during the day. And also that I wouldn’t miss you if I dropped in somewhere between 2 and 5.

Serena:

Did he even have the right to say that?

Nicolas:

Well, he is really good with my uncle.

They lapse into silence.

Then, Nicolas speaks again.

Nicolas:

You stay here from 2 to 5.

Serena:

Sometimes. I like it here. Charlie never chases me away.

Nicolas:

And then you also hold a job.

Nicolas obviously wants an explanation which Serena does not offer.

(Continued)

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