"Hey.. what are you going to do about the next scene?" A guy in brown leather jacket asked the woman sitting in front of him. His well toned muscles are obvious under the grey shirt and the light peeking through the white curtain accentuates his jaw line and concave nose.
"I'm not really sure yet." The woman answered weakly.
"I want it to be more stimulating and realistic. I need to have that little truth behind the events, but it's so difficult... I am at lost." she continues. Her expression screams disappointment. She lowers her head while ruffling her now messy hair that was tied in a bun. Her gold color framed glasses is on the verge of falling from the top of her pointed yet soft looking nose.
"Can you tell me your ideas though?" he responded, ignoring the disheveled woman's outburst.
"Cold as usual huh?" was her reply. She shrugs and let out a heavy breath as she puts down her glasses on the table.
"Business is business" was his simple but realistic answer.
"Okay.. so.." the woman tried to explain her self but was stopped midway.
"Alright.. hold on to that thought. Let me take this call first. He signaled her with both his hand gesture and his sharp eyes.
After what seemed like eternity, the man finally returned, but he did not like what he saw. The lady is now fast asleep - head on the table, mouth wide open and her drool is free falling.
His lips twitch and he clicks his tongue. The skin of his forehead wrinkles as he furrow his eye brows. He then rubs his nape and closes his eyes. This guy looks pissed...atleast on the outside.
"Emily! You dare to sleep now?!" He screams, waking the tired looking woman who almost fell from her seat.
"We can simply trash this story! Just tell me." His voice became louder.
"Perhaps, you want me to walk away now?"
"I'm..s.. so...sorry Kenneth." she sobs.
"You're the only person that understands me.
What's going to happen if you'll leave too?" Emily reasoned out as hiccups echoed in the small room.
Kenneth sighs before answering. "You don't need to apologize Em. I hate seeing you like this." he replies with a mellowed tone. He then pulls a chair, sat on it facing her.
"I need you to remember what you told me, when you said you wanted to quit...where did that girl go?" He asks her. His hands now rested on Emily's shoulders.
She raised her head so their eyes are now on the same level.
"I won't let them belittle me and my work. That's what I said." She repeats herself proudly and thanks to that reminder, her appearance brightens.
"That's the Emily that I know!" Kenneth shares in her enthusiasm... but what happens next was something he didn't expect.
She slowly wraps her arm around Kenneth's body. Hugs him tight for a few seconds before loosening up but still stayed in the same position.
"Thanks for staying Ken." She gently whispers.
"I'm still sane because of you."
Emily breathes in his scent and it made her smile.
To her surprise, Kenneth jumped back up suddenly and raised both of his hands.
"I told you I don't like this!" He yells.
"Why are you so mad?"
"Where are you going now?" She shouts while she watches him storm out, almost tearing the door, but she's not fazed. Emily is looking more composed than ever.
"I know he'll return, in 3..2..1.." she commented playfully.
The door creeks open and a head peeps out.
Kenneth walks in, dragging his feet on the carpeted floor towards Emily.
"I don't even know why I came back. My feet have minds on their own" he says as he covers his blushing face using his jacket.
"That's why I like you Ken."
"You act tough and strict but you're a very kind person!" Emily praised him without batting an eye.
Kenneth leaned forward and his face is just inches away from her. "How should I take what you said Emily?" he sounded serious this time. The child like behavior earlier was long gone.
"How should I interpret what you said?" he asks again with stern in his voice. The smell of a mixture of chocolate and mint swiftly passed through.
"Are you bipolar?.. or is that because of the sun's heat?" she stomps her right foot. She can't believe that this guy can switch behaviors so fast.
"You drive me nuts Emily!" he laughed out loud, straightening his stance.
"You should stop now and hear me out" she says to cut off Ken's happy bubble.
"Okay madam. I'll stop now." he replies, biting down his lower lip but silent giggles can still be heard.
"I'm serious!. I have some scenarios playing on my mind and I will need your help as usual."
"Alright! All hands on deck." he replies excitedly.
Without any hesitation, Emily grabs her pen and notebook that were scattered on the table and started writing down. Few minutes later, she had Kenneth read it out loud.
"Scenario 1: Julia drives her car as fast as she can to visit her boyfriend after knowing that she's going to die soon."
"Scenario 2: Julia called her boyfriend Patrick after knowing the truth then he drives as fast as he can to be with her and share the pain."
"Scenario 3: They we're in the hospital and after knowing what's going to happen, Julia decided to have a little drive to the beach to watch the sunset together"
"So what do you think?.. which one is the best?" Emily asks while clasping her hands.
"Well, two and three sounds better, but what happens next? he inquired without looking away from the sheet.
"This is where they will make love like they never did before." Emily quitely responds. She was looking at the open space and drawing something in the mid air this time.
"I guess I'll go with number three then. The transition is easier and this is more romantic" he concluded.
"That's what I thought too... then let's try that!"
"What?!.. Try what?!"
"What else? The scene ofcourse dummy!"
"The ss..scene?! Up to..to what extent?!"
"What do you mean? The driving ofcourse. I need to know what kind of conversation they will have. The rest should be easy peasy!"
Emily instantly stood up and skipped her way to the door. She took her keys and exits the place while humming.
On the other hand, Kenneth was left there dumbfounded.. clutching his chest.
"SHE'S GOING TO BE THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH!"