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A youthful man, CLAY, 27, dark eyes and handsome, comes tumbling out.

He scrambles across the floor until his back is to the counter. Rubbing his elbow and putting his fingers through his hair, he catches his breath.

CLAY
I’m incredibly claustrophobic, and that was very, very small, and terrifying, and not fun.

RUBI
Ahhh! We had a thing come up, a flying crazy cursed thing at the festival today and I was- that doesn’t- I’m sorry.

CLAY
Well I’m, uh… I’m just glad I’m out.


He looks up at her, smiling.

CLAY
And that you made it home safe.

RUBI’S HEART SOARS. HE’S GORGEOUS. HE’S PERFECT. SHE’S SMITTEN.

And she HATES it. (YES - Star)

RUBI
Oh no…