EXT. CAR PARK - DAY
JOE, a man in his late 20s, is making a coffee from the back of his coffee van. MARTIN, a businessman wearing a suit, also in his late 20s is waiting. They are mid conversation.
JOE: I don't think I follow?
MARTIN: Well, it would look dumb if you had none at all.
JOE: None, as in none none. All the way up and over?
MARTIN: Not all the way over.
JOE: Well, where would you stop?
MARTIN: That's what I'm saying. How am I meant to know what length I want my sideburns. Just cut them so I don't look stupid.
Joe hands Martin his coffee.
JOE: Here you go Martin. It's been a lovely chat as always.
MARTIN: Cheers, catch you tomorrow.
A BEAUTIFUL LADY in her 20s approaches wearing a tight top. Joe can't help but look at her chest. She catches Joe staring.
BEAUTIFUL LADY: You right there?
JOE: Sorry about that... I like your top.
BEAUTIFUL LADY: Thanks, my Grandma got it for me.
JOE: What, when you were five?
Joe's joke falls flat. Joe decides to try different approach and act cool.
JOE: What's your poison?
BEAUTIFUL LADY: I just want a coffee.
JOE: That's what I meant, what kind of coffee?
BEAUTIFUL LADY: Latte with a dash of caramel please.
JOE: (over the top, whilst winking to MALE CUSTOMER)
Well, that's a bit saucy!
No one reacts. Joe feels embarrassed and starts making the coffee.
JOE: (to next customer) What would you like?
MALE CUSTOMER: Skinny cap.
Awkwardly and in silence Joe finishes making the coffees. He hands one coffee to the male customer, then another coffee to the beautiful lady. Joe notices the second coffee's lid isn't fully on.
JOE: Hang on, the lid.
Joe reaches to fix the lid and bumps the beautiful lady's breast.
JOE: Sorry.
BEAUTIFUL LADY: That's OK.
She walks off.
JOE: (to himself)
That's OK that I bumped it? Or, that's OK I won't call the police and have you up on a sexual harassment charge?
Joe notices a phone number and the name 'Robin' scribbled down on a napkin. Joe picks it up.
JOE: (to himself)
That's OK that I bumped it.
EXT. FOOTPATH - DAY
DEVON, a man in his late 20s, is staring through a restaurant window at a MAN and WOMEN. With his hands he is mimicking what they are saying.
DEVON: (to himself, putting on a female voice then a males)
I think you paid too much for the wine.
You can never pay too much for the finest wine in Tinsel Town.
Well I disagree with you, a wine's taste is personal and everyone's taste buds are different.
Well you would say that you're a dirty tramp.
You calling me a tramp? I not the one who inhaled five..
Devon's ramblings are interrupted by PAMELA, a restaurant staff member.
PAMELA: Excuse me Sir, you are fogging up the glass. Can I help you at all?
Devon shakes his head and wanders next door to a cafe.
INT. CAFE - DAY
Devon walks up to the counter followed by a FEMALE CUSTOMER. GEORGE, a larger man in his late 30's, is behind the counter.
GEORGE: Who was next?
FEMALE CUSTOMER: (pushing in)
I would like half a loaf of multi-grain bread and a custard tart.
BABS, a foreign speaking waitress in her 30s serves Devon.
BABS: What can I get you?
DEVON: Um-mm... Can I please get a plain pie and a coffee? Actually, I will get a pasty please.
BABS: You having that here?
DEVON: Yes please.
BABS: That will be $10.80.
Devon hands over the money, Babs hands Devon a table number.
BABS: I will bring it out to you.
Devon goes and finds a table and sits. He looks around at the other customers and notices Martin eating lunch with no sideburns.
Babs appears with two plates. One with a pie on it and one with a pasty.
BABS: Here you go.
DEVON: Oh, I didn't want the pie, just the pasty.
BABS: You said you wanted a pie and pasty.
DEVON: I know I said pie and pasty, but I was changing my mind from the pie to the pasty.
BABS: But you paid for a pie and pasty.
DEVON: I thought it was a bit expensive, but you know cafes these days.
BABS: So you don't want the pie?
DEVON: Just the pasty please.
BABS: I will take the pie away then?
DEVON: Yes, please. (as Babs is walking away) And can I have the change please?
BABS: I will be back with your change.
DEVON: Thank you.
Devon starts eating. George appears with a coffee.
GEORGE: Coffee?
DEVON: Thanks.
George walks off. Devon tries to make eye contact with Babs. She is going about her duties serving and cleaning, whilst ignoring Devon. Devon continues eating and drinking all the while trying to lock eyes with Babs. Devon finishes the last drop of his coffee and tries once last attempt to get Babs attention. She is cleaning the kebab rack with her back facing out. Devon ums and arhs, pauses, slowly stands up... and leaves the cafe.
To Be Continued.
(Let me know if it intrigues and I will post further scenes, comments welcome)
