THIS IS MORE VISUAL/SCRIPTED THAN OTHERS - MORE MOVIE-LIKE
An instrumental French ballad plays. The camera moves in on the girl from above the bed. She lays, arms folded, legs drawn to her chest. She sighs, clearly in deep thought and slight distress. A time of confusion. The camera pans to the room door. You can hear her rolling off the bed and her footsteps approaching. She opens the door and exits. The camera is now in the hallway. It slowly zooms in on her hand which has a tightened grip on her forearm. She opens a door and it relaxes. The camera pans above her head to show the boy, legs crossed, reading a book, nearing the end, extremely focused.
"Hey."
He looks up from the book, fetches his bookmark, marks his place, and puts the book on his lap.
"Hey."
The girl takes a couple of steps until she's standing in the doorframe. She leans against it.
"Learn anything new?"
The boy raises his eyebrows and puts the book on his nightstand.
"We don't have to make small talk. Did you need something?"
She blows air and makes a small gesture with her hands.
"Oh, I was just wondering if you... needed anything from the market, I'm going..." She takes a pause and sighs at her lack of quick thinking. "Some time."
The boy takes a small moment to think, gazing out the window. He reaches for the book again and starts to open it back up.
"No."
She nods her head and shuts the door softly. It opens back up as she begins to walk away to the kitchen. The boy puts his body behind the crack in the door.
"What do you need?"
She closes her eyes and turns around, taking a deep breath.
"I wanted to ask you something."
He opens the door only a hair more and squeezes out, their faces mere inches from each other. She takes a quick glance at his lips. He keeps walking out of her sight.
"Where are you going?"
She walks around the corner to see him approaching the balcony.
"The balcony."
She follows his steps. They end up together on the balcony. He takes a seat at the small table and chairs in the middle and motions for her to sit. She raises one eyebrow and exhales.
"Are you flirting with me?"
The corners of his mouth turn upward for a moment and then return back to normal. She cautiously takes a seat in front of him, awaiting a reaction. The camera has a straight-on angle of the couple sitting at a wire table and chair set on the balcony from indoors.
"Are you flirting with me?"
His mouth makes the same moment as before. The camera slowly gets closer, only the upper portions of their bodies taking up the frame.
"No, no."
He looks off to the side, at the houses below, with a slight smile.
"I thought you lived for honesty."
The girl scoffs, offended, and slightly too accurately seen. She doesn't conjure a response and they sit in silence for a moment.
"I flirt with you sometimes, and you flirt with me, right?"
It's apparent on his face that he's fighting a smile.
"Well, I don't like—"
"The term, I know. Flirting, ugh. It's vague and it's so far astray from honest, isn't it? People constantly beat around the bush, don't they?"
The same feeling arises in her. So inexplicably seen.
"Not me."
He laughs lightly.
"'Not you'? Prove it."
She leans in slightly closer, putting her elbows on the table in a dominant manner.
"Okay."
She inhales and keeps a straight, accusing face on.
"Honestly, I just want to kiss you right now."
She keeps her eyes locked on his, the stare causing the heat inside her to rise.
He smirks and uses a mocking tone, leaning in and batting his eyelashes in a girly manner.
"Honestly..." His face switches to something more serious, but still playful. "Ditto."
They smother each other in a kiss, finally igniting the matches inside them. The camera zooms out slowly, allowing you to see the dark indoors in contrast with the bright scene outside, white houses, and pink flowers in the backdrop.
