INT. AIRPORT LOUNGE - NIGHT
A once bustling O'Hare airport lounge is now settled into a
stillness, as weary travelers scattered across chairs and
benches, are exhausted and sleeping. ANNIE (late 20s,
spirited and adventurous) sits at the bar, downing a cocktail
leaving stains of her red lipstick all over the glass. JAMES
(early 30s, short, disheveled beard, and stained clothing)
takes the empty stool next to her and signals the bartender
for the same cocktail Annie was enjoying.
ANNIE
(smirking)
Flight delays, huh?
James grins, catching the playful demeanor of Annie. He
notices that she’s drunk and decides to continue for a
conversation.
JAMES
I can't believe it's the first time
I've had a delay like this.
Annie raises an eyebrow, intrigued. She takes whatever is
left of her 5th drink and swallows it in one gulp.
ANNIE
(teasing)
Oh my gosh, really? You seem like
quite the traveler. There is no way
this is just your first time.
JAMES
Well, Ive been to my fair share of
places, but this... (gestures
around) this is a first.
Annie begins to smirk, sensing an opportunity.
ANNIE
You know, they say that delays are
the universe’s way of bringing
people together.
She subtly grazes her fingers against his hand, sending a
thrilling shiver down his spine. James who never experienced
such feelings is seduced by Annie's charisma and the
possibilities of the moment and smiles ear to ear.
They clink glasses, their connection growing stronger as the
airport announcements blur into the background.