60. The Snob - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. THE ROTTEN EGG - DAY


• The Rotten Egg is a comfortably elegant restaurant, with waiters efficiently shuttling food around the room as satisfied customers move their food around their plates with a dignified clicking of silverware.


• MEGAN sits across from BRYAN.


• She is dressed smartly in earth tones, as if she just stepped out of someone's list of "America's Top Business People."


• Bryan is dressed in worn jeans, and a dark green sweater whose sleeves flow loosely past his wrists, hiding most of his hands.


• Megan carefully spears a piece of gnocchi with her fork and chews it thoughtfully.


• Bryan sips at his wine.


• BRYAN
• You see, this lovely rosé comes from the Ribbon Ridge area of Oregon. It's delightfully peachy odor, quite common for that region, is followed by a surprisingly full-bodied head, and a nutty oakiness carries throughout this lovely vintage. Finally, a slight, and allow me to say, the slightest of slight hints of mint is the closing note of this grape symphony.


• Megan snorts, hard, and attempts to regain her composure.


• MEGAN
• Grape symphony? Some wine snob you are.


• BRYAN
• I have no clue what I'm talking about.


• MEGAN
• Oh I know, but it's adorable.


• Bryan bats his lashes.


• MEGAN
• Underneath your disdain, you'd just love to be snobby about wine.


• BRYAN
• Oh it's true, I'm hopelessly in love with wine snobbery, but I know I'll never succeed, so I hide all the adoration under a thick layer of false cynicism.


• MEGAN
• Is it an oaky layer?


• She snorts again.


• BRYAN
• Absolutely. This really is good though. Thanks for the recommendation. The oaky symphony of grape...oh whatever.


• She strokes his finger and they grin at each other.


• He takes another sip of wine and she contemplates her gnocchi again.
  


• FADE TO BLACK.