Anne & Connor

I would also like to dedicate this short script to my friends whom have inspired me to write this. You all know who you are. Thank you for the inspiration.

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(It was around four-thirty or so, in an autumn afternoon, outside  a coffee shop. Connor was smoking and so was Anne.)

Connor : We should go out and you treat me for dinner young lady . You owe me a couple o' rainchecks.

Anne : Yeah, sure, we should go. Someday . Although, it would be better if we both pay for our meals, don't you think?

Connor : Na, leave the dinner to me . I would want you to enjoy the rest of the night.

Anne : Wow sounds awesome !

Connor : Sigh how should I do... I liked you.

Anne: I know.

Connor : You would have called me if you wanted to. I know.

Anne : Hold on... What is it with guys that, WE, women, should call you instead of the other way around?

Connor : Hey, hey, hey, take it easy babe. You're over emotional.

Anne: I know I am. It just hit me, that part of women-reality.

Connor: Well, since we're talking about it, I kinda get ya. Sometimes we'd like girls to call us so we feel we are needed and we are part of a girl's life. You know... But everything in its natural sense of it. Can't explain it...

Anne : I know but still, it's gotta be two-way.

Connor : You want to call him, don't you?

Anne: Whoa. Wait, who?

Connor: The guy. The guy you've been talking to me about. The guy you liked.

Anne: Oh, Evan.

Connor: Yeah that son of a b****

Anne: Wow...

Connor: Can't help it. He's my competitor.

Anne: Well anyway for the record, Yes, I like him. No doubt about that. NO. I don't want to be the one to call him. I usually wait for him to make the first move. Sure I've called him a few times like what normal friends do when they talk with each other. But he hasn't been texting like he used to so, sigh, I'll just breathe and not think about it. AND wait for him to make the first move.

Connor: I know. You're still hanging on.

Anne: Hanging on to what? We're just friends.

Connor: Shut up.

Anne: Gasp!

Connor: Babe! Sorry I mean... Sigh* It's obvious you like the guy like really-really like the guy. Maybe he's just busy. Or maybe he's thinking.

Anne: I know. I agree with him thinking about things. It, really is, not easy.

Connor: So while you wait, I... Will make things easy for you: We should go out tonight. My treat.

Anne: I'm still thinking about it, Connor.

Connor: (smokes another cigarette and then sips his coffee while looking at the people passing by)