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[floweranza]

[ Setting is a New York City bar located somewhere in Manhattan. DANIEL, a man in his late twenties, is slumped over the counter. It is the early hours of the morning, and the bar is conspicuously quiet. He shares his woes with SUSAN, a waitress on her night-shift. ]

DANIEL: Talking to no one. So I was saying, I mean, I was saying to him that-- He breaks off as the waitress bends to speak to him.

SUSAN: Another one, sir?

DANIEL: No, no, he glances around, no, I mean, wow. Look. There's no one h-here except us. This is New York City and there's no one here. Big Apple! How strange is that? It's like life is like, like... like, I'm just saying... ...another beer.

SUSAN: Somewhat sympathetically. Coming right up, sir.

DANIEL: Actually, w-wait.

SUSAN: Yes?

DANIEL: Do you have a minute? Miss... miss... He leans closer, reading the nametag on the front of SUSAN's blouse. Susan. A minute to talk. It's nice to have someone to talk to. This city's so big. It's just too big.

SUSAN: Sure, sir.

SUSAN sits down next to DANIEL at the counter. It is evident in her posture and tensed shoulders that she is tired. The bartender is wiping glasses, aimlessly, at the other end of the bar. SUSAN, upon putting her notepad on the counter, seems to be shedding her professionalism.

DANIEL:

Uhh. Do me a favour and rate the 'realness' of it, I suppose, on a scale from one to 10. If something's bothering you about it, tell me, since I have to hand this in on Monday.

Comments

[pure-faye.livejournal.com]

I like it a lot! :D

10 from me. ^_^

[floweranza.livejournal.com]

Thaaaanks!

Daniel's the most awkward man ever.