A cute blonde woman in her twenties rummages through her medium-sized closet.  She exits with a few items and tosses a purse on the pink sheets of her bed next to where Jaime sits.

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WOMAN 4: Do you like the gray or the black?

She holds up a light black jacket on a hanger in front of her torso, then alternates to a gray jacket.

JAIME: It’s like 85 degrees outside.

WOMAN 4: You know I always get cold in restaurants.

JAIME: And the movies, the bowling alley, the botanical gardens…

WOMAN 4: I get it.

Jaime points at the black one.

JAIME : You know, Heather, we got to leave pretty soon if we wanna make the reservation.

HEATHER: Chill out, we got lots of time.  You can’t boss me around anymore, y’know.

JAIME: Not trying to be bossy, just trying to be punctual.

She puts the black one back into the closet and slips the gray one on.

HEATHER: It is fun playing boyfriend and girlfriend again though.

JAIME: I did like that game.

HEATHER: We could give it another shot, y’know.

JAIME: We really can’t.  I’m not exactly gonna be available, physically, emotionally or otherwise.  Besides, it didn’t go so well last time.

Heather plops on the bed, her eyes welling with tears.

HEATHER: Is that why you’re doing this?  I’m sorry, I made a big mistake.  I…would…take…it…back…

Her sobs shake her violently.  Jaime grabs her and she breaks down on his shoulder.

JAIME: Shhh, of course not.  That’s got nothing to do with it.  Nothing.

She calms her convulsions.  Jaime gently wipes her cheek with his thumb.

JAIME: Let’s go eat steak.

Heather nods, wiping her face with her jacket.

HEATHER: I just have to fix my make-up.

She takes off for the bathroom.  Jaime throws up his hands and looks at the ceiling.