Lena looks down at her hands. For once, she doesn’t have a line.
Underneath a quick, almost reckless wit is someone terrified of being truly known. When she meets JUNE (late 20s, sincere, a little lost), a customer who keeps ordering pie at 2 a.m., Lena’s defenses start showing hairline cracks. The scene below takes place after their third late-night conversation — the first time Lena doesn’t make a joke to escape. INT. DINER – NIGHT
LENA People say that. Right before they leave.
JUNE Wherever you left.
JUNE You ever wonder what you’d be like if you’d stayed?
