The Diary of Maria Di Angelo

Scene 2 : Surface

|Hades Is teleported By a Cafe. He is in his human form. Music is better heard. As he walked along the streets of Italy everyone seemed to be in a good mood |

RANDOM CHARACTER, WORKER AT THE CAFE

"Hello! Would you like anything?"

HADES

"Oh Uh sure. Just get me Non decaf."

[The worker smiles and Nods. Then heads inside to Grab his Coffee. Hades takes a seat. He sees a woman walking on the street. Holding her purse but struggles to walk on the sidewalk. She had Olive skin but the Sun and Shades almost made her skin look paler. Hades was Shocked and felt happy to see her. Even if he didn't show it much. MARIA DI ANGELO ENTERS]

HADES (comes over)

"Hey! Need Help?"

MARIA DI ANGELO (With an Italian Accent)

"Thanks but no." (She sighs in relief) "I'm just glad I'm not wearing heels Haha!"

HADES (Take out his arm. She takes it.)

"I'm Glad you were able to make it. You're always late."

MARIA DI ANGELO

"Hey! I am not!"

HADES

"Sure" (He takes a seat again and Maria takes a seat across from him too)

[The worker comes back and gives Hades his Coffee.]

RANDOM CHARACTER, WORKER

"Would you like anything ma'am?"

MARIA DI ANGELO

"Yea. I'll take hot coco. Thank you"

[The worker goes back and gets her hot coco ready. Later after, returns with it and leaves the two]

HADES

"So, how's everything?"

MARIA DI ANGELO

"It's fine. Just been struggling with vacation items."

HADES

(Chuckles a Bit. But stops so she doesn't realize it)

"I heard those prices are going up. Quite Obvious, with my connection to Riches. I mean-

MARIA DI ANGELO

"Oh really? Huh. Where do you work, the bank? Seriously here?-"

HADES

"Oh um-"

MARIA DI ANGELO

"What? Why did you say-

HADES

(Cuts her off)

"No no! I'm in the mental health field. Suicide prevention ."

MARIA DI ANGELO

"Oh. That's righteous. I'm glad about that. You really are special H"

HADES

(Actually feels good that she called him special)

"Yea..Um..Yea. I want to help out."

MARIA DI ANGELO

"You are, Yea. Now that I think about it. I never actually knew what you had as your Career. My mother was pestering me the first time she met you because she wanted to make sure quote on quote "he wasn't poor or low in education"