The Ice Cream Debacle.

FADE IN:

INT. KITCHEN — NIGHT.

Kitchen is larger-than-average for a New York kitchen with plentiful cabinet and counter space. Appliances are a few years outdated, but still nice. The walls are painted a bright kelly green.

HIM
“Where is the ice cream?”

HER
“I put it and two spoons on the table.”

HE pulls out a bowl and ice cream scoop and says,
“Why would you do that?”

HER
“I figured we’d just eat out of the carton.”

HIM
“Why would we do that?”

HER
“. . . Why wouldn’t we do that.”

HIM
“Two people eating out of the same carton doesn’t make any sense.”

Looking at him now, it’s as if she never knew him. She suddenly sees this relationship differently than she has the past two years. Nothing will ever be the same.

CUT TO BLACK.