Chris plonked himself down in the space on the bench next to Alice, right where he had sat the last two days. She turned her head to greet him but before she could he spoke.
“You like music Alice?” he asked.
“Yeah” came the reply. Who doesn’t she wondered, And why are you asking me?
“What do you like?” was the next question. Chris’s head was turned towards Alice, keenly awaiting her answer, yet making her feel somewhat uncomfortable in his presence. But still, she answered him anyway, “Oh you know”, she began “Mostly old bands – The Cure, Joy Division…”
“Oh, that’s cool” Chris responded with a feigned enthusiasm, “But I’m mostly into more modern bands…”
“Such as?” Alice found herself asking, much to Chris’s joy. He had left out any form of example previously on purpose, in an attempt at creating more of a dialogue between the two of them. Of course, Chris was well aware that just because she had done as he had wanted her too and asked about what bands he liked, it didn’t neccasarily mean that she was interested. She simply may have not wanted to be rude. But for now he was hoping it was the former.
“Bloc Party” He responded, this time hoping that they would find common ground here.
“Oh yeah, they’re cool” Alice replied. Bingo! Chris thought. Although she was a fan of the older bands, Alice also dabbled in the ‘more modern stuff’ as Chris had called it.
“Oh you like them?” Chris said now, rather too excitedly.
“what’s your favourite song by them?”
“Flux, naturally” she responded with a smile, much to Chris’s glee.
“Nice” he nodded in approval.
Their conversation continued for a few minutes more as they went on to discuss other bands, some of which both were keen on, others that only one may have an interest in. Whenever this happened the other would do their best to steer the conversation along, onto another, more exciting band that they could both agree were good.
And through this conversation Alice found herself becoming increasingly comfortable with Chris, who found himself growing ever more attracted to this interesting young girl he had met only two days prior.
Eventually their conversation was cut short by that familiar jingle. The jingle that had become more and more annoying each time Chris heard it, because he knew that it spelt the end of their time together. And this time was no exception.
Alice had to leave, and so she did.
Chris watched her go with a smile on his face, wondering who was texting her, what she was doing here everyday, and what was in that red envelope. That’s it, he’d decided, I’ll ask tomorrow.
This is adapted from a script I have recently written, and in fact am still working on, for a short film I plan to make very soon for my university course. The film documents a week in the life of two twenty-something’s who over the course of seven days form the beginnings of what might grow to be a good friendship, and perhaps something more.
More to come…