Scene: Café Algarve. Vancouver, Canada
Nelly sips her espresso, staring at Joe across the table. The streets outside are buzzing with life, but here, in this moment, it’s just the two of them.
Nelly:
(Raising an eyebrow, smirking.)
The world is Titanic? That’s what you’re going with?
Joe:
(Leaning back, crossing his arms.)
Yeah. And you know the rule—women and children first.
Nelly:
(Skeptical.)
And what does that mean exactly?
Joe:
(Grinning.)
It means if we attend church in Fatima, Portugal—they’ll give you the government. That’s how this works.
Nelly:
(Laughs, shaking her head.)
Me? They’d never let that happen.
Joe:
(Leaning forward, voice lower.)
The old girlfriends family. The Milanović family, runss the Croatian government. We can’t go there yet. Portugal FIRST!
Nelly:
(Pausing, tapping her fingers on the table.)
And what do you want, Joe?
Joe:
(Grinning, tapping his temple.)
Right now? My spider-sense is tingling. And it’s saying The Croatian Government is hostile. my gut tells go hang out with Madonna in Lisbon until they give us the entire European government.
Nelly:
(Laughs, shaking her head.)
You’re impossible.
Joe:
(Raising his coffee cup in a toast.)
No, I’m inevitable.
They clink cups. Outside, the world keeps moving, but inside this café, a new chapter is waiting to be written.
FADE TO BLACK.