92. Drop - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. MILLY'S CORNER - EVENING


• JAKE sits, slouched in his chair, soaking up the ambiance of the coffee shop.


• The lamp at the center of the table tosses a warm glow onto his dark red mug.


• MIKE sits across from him, twirling his pen, slowing inhaling the steam from his mug.


• JAKE
• Mango Peach?


• MIKE
• With a bit of lime.


• JAKE
• Mmm.


• MIKE
• Chai latte?


• JAKE
• Always.


• They sit quietly.


• JAKE
• Penny for your thoughts?


• MIKE
• Penny?


• Jake rolls his eyes and digs a worn coin from his pocket and slides it across the table.


• JAKE
• I was reading, somewhere...I can't remember now, that some ancient philosophers believed that in the moment a drop of liquid formed and fell, entire eternities passed, galaxies and worlds appeared, lived, and died. I think I've heard quantum physicists say the same thing.


• MIKE
• Ah, bull. And so what if that's true? How does it effect me?


• JAKE
• Isn't the idea of an entire universe within a drop of liquid pretty amazing?


• MIKE
• Eh.


• Mike dips his finger into his tea and pulls it out, holding his hand above the table.


• Liquid runs down the grooves of his skin and pools into a drop at his fingertip.


• The drop catches the light from the lamps around the coffee shop, and glows amber, reflecting tiny pinpoints of light.


• Mike and Jake's eyes are drawn to the drop, staring at it until they lose focus.


• Mike pulls his eyes away and watches Jake, who is transfixed.


• The liquid hangs lower and lower, and then drops, a thousand different reflections flashing across it's surface.


• It hits the table, exploding into droplets.


• Their eyes meet, and Mike smiles, barely nodding.


• FADE TO BLACK.