Probably should be under scripts, but I'm more interested of the "romantic" aspect. Besides, I *might* novelize it anyway, so whatever. Here we go!
Scene:
An empty hallway, save for a leafy green plant on a pedestal, one side of the plant already wilting. The rest of the hallway is bare. There are several doors along the hallway, but the door of interest is at the end of the hallway. This doorknob is different. Instead of being brass, it is made out of crystal.
A man is there, hovering outside of this door. He grimaces, about to enter, but then he hesitates and cocks his head, listening to the shuffling from the inside. In a minute, a beautiful woman steps out, still teasing her hair with a comb.
WOMAN: Oh! She stops suddenly.
MAN: Good morning.
WOMAN: I didn’t know you were still here.
MAN: I took the day off. He pauses. Are you doing anything special?
WOMAN: Me? Oh no. She combs her hair a little bit more. Nothing special at least. Oh! He comes up to her close and wraps his arms her. Then he strokes her cheek so she is looking up at her. They kiss. They stand like that for a moment, just kissing, until finally he stops, nuzzling his face into her hair which has since come undone.
WOMAN: Murmurs contentedly. Oh, why aren’t you like this more often?
MAN: Looks back down to her. Come with me.
WOMAN: Giggles nervously. Where are we going?
MAN: Somewhere. Anywhere. I have a bottle of the best champagne. We can dance and get drunk, and then who knows what will happen?
WOMAN: Suddenly moves away. But I can’t!
MAN: Tries to hold her back. Why not?
WOMAN: Because I have something else I have to do.
MAN: But you said –
WOMAN: Forget it! There’s another party and – oh, don’t look at me that way. If I don’t go, then everyone’s going to get suspicious. And what will they say then?
MAN: It doesn’t matter. You’ll be here with me. Nothing can happen to us here.
WOMAN: Oh, don’t be ridiculous.
MAN: Carolina…
WOMAN: Squirms out of his grasp. I’m leaving. I really have to go now if I don’t want to be late.
MAN: But Carolina!
WOMAN: Goodbye. She walks quickly away from him, her shoes clicking on the smooth floors. He just stares at her. Then, when she disappears from his view, he curses and kicks the pedestal, the plant crashing onto the floor. He goes into the room and slams the door hard.
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