First Date

I wrote this short scene as an exercise for a writing group I joined. I didn’t intend it to be anything more, but I am interested in the characters, so I may develop it further.

                             First Date
                                 by
                       James Beattie Morison

  www.dynamiclethargyfilms.ca
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  INT - RESTAURANT - NIGHT

  It is late and there are only a few other people in the
  restaurant. MARCEL, a waiter, in his late 20s stands next to
  a table. JEFFERY, a man in his late 50s or early 60s, uses a
  credit card machine to pay the bill. SUSAN, a woman about
  the same age sits across from Jeffery. Jeffery finishes with
  the credit card machine and returns it to Marcel.

                        MARCEL
            Thank you very much. I hope you
            enjoy the rest of your evening.

  Marcel smiles at Jeffery and walks over to the kitchen door.
  Once he is behind Jeffery, he turns briefly to give a slight
  nod to Susan. Susan smiles back. Marcel stands by the
  kitchen door and scans his eyes across the people in the
  restuarant. Jeffery and Susan sit in silence for a few
  moments. They both look slightly embarrassed.

                        SUSAN
            I really enjoyed our time together
            tonight. I liked your funny
            stories.

                        JEFFERY
            I enjoyed your stories too.

  They are both silent for a few seconds.

                        SUSAN
            We must thank Clarice for
            suggesting we meet.

  Jeffery smiles and nods.

                        SUSAN
            I haven't been out on a real date
            for a long time. I don't know what
            the dating rules are nowadays.
                  (pause)
            I hope I'm not breaking any of them
            if I ask you out.
                  (pause)
            It'll be my turn to pay.

                        JEFFERY
            I don't know the rules either.
                  (pause)
            We can make the rules whatever we
            want them to be.
                  (pause)
            and yes, I accept your invitation.

                        SUSAN
            Good. I see that you've been
            properly trained.

  Jeffery gives a gentle laugh and smiles at Susan.

                        JEFFERY
            My wife was a good teacher.

  They both are silent for a few moments. Each preoccupied
  with their own thoughts. Jeffery frowns while Susan's face
  shows a glint of anger.

                        SUSAN
            Training my ex was like teaching a
            dead parrot to play the piano.

  Jeffery looks up and gazes off into the distance. Susan
  notices that Jeffery is distracted. She briefly brings her
  hand up to her mouth.

                        SUSAN
            You really miss her, don't you?

  Jeffery nods and looks down at the table. He breathes
  heavily. Susan watches him in silence.

                        SUSAN
            I'm sorry.

  Jeffery nods again, then looks up at Susan. His eyes
  glisten. His voice is hoarse.

                        JEFFERY
            Don't worry. I'll be OK.

  Jeffery pulls out his cell phone and checks the time.

                        JEFFERY
            I guess we better call it a night.

  Susan and Jeffery get up and walk toward the exit.

                        SUSAN
            I'll give you a call Thursday.

  Jeffery nods and gives her a wan smile. After they leave,
  Marcel comes over to clean up the table. As he picks up the
  dishes, he looks out into the parking lot. Jeffery gets into
  his car and drives away. Susan watches him go. She turns
  toward the restaurant and gives a thumbs up. Then she gets
  into her car and drives away. Marcel smiles.

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