INT. OFFICE.
MALE AND FEMALE WORK COLLEAGUES ARE TALKING.
WOMAN:
I've hooked you up on a blind date Peter.
MAN:
Again? You're determined to see me hitched.
WOMAN:
You're nearly forty, come on, it'll be fun. You can go for a meal.
MAN:
Oh, what the hell, I may as well.
CUT TO RESTAURANT SCENE. CAMERA ON PETER:
So, do you come here often?
CAMERA PANS TO VENETIAN BLIND AT OTHER END OF TABLE.
THE VENETIAN BLIND STARTS OPENING AND CLOSING AND MAKING CLICKING SOUNDS.
CUT BACK TO PETER WHO IS SCRIBBLING FRANTICALLY ON A NOTEPAD:
You'll have to excuse me, my Morse Code's terrible.