Greg and Kay
EXT. BATTERY PARK BENCH - DAY
Greg and Kay look out into the Hudson. Greg points at the Statue of Liberty.
GREG: Hey, that’s pretty cool.
KAY: So, what is it that you do?
GREG: I’m in - well, was in sales.
KAY: Selling what??
GREG: Beds.
KAY: Oh yeah? That a pretty good racket?
GREG: Everyone sleeps, right?
KAY: Not vampires.
GREG: Yeah, they do - during the day.
KAY: But they sleep in coffins.
GREG: Oh, right. I guess I wasn’t that great of a salesman.
KAY: Did you like it?
GREG: It was easy. How about you?
KAY: I kind of dabble in different things.
GREG: Like what?
KAY: Sometimes I deejay. Sometimes I write for different websites. Sometimes I wait tables.
GREG: Is there one thing you do more than the other?
KAY: I guess I’ve waited tables the longest, but that’s hardly what I tell people I do. Doesn’t being a deejay sound more interesting - or at least less pretentious than saying I’m a writer?
Greg CHUCKLES.
GREG: Yeah, it suppose.
KAY: So what are you gonna do now?
Greg lets the question sink in and searches for what to say next.
GREG: Don’t know, really. I guess I’m in a state of flux, right now.
This resonates with Kay.
KAY: You wanna go fly a kite?
GREG: That’s…random.
KAY: Let’s go.
Kay pops up and yanks him by the wrist.
