144. City Air - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. CLUB ROOFTOP - NIGHT


• AARON leans against the brick wall that separates him from a long plunge to the busy street below.


• He hugs himself as the breeze raises goose pimples on his flesh.


• The city lights spread out in all distances, growing up the hills.


• He watches the city, drinking it in.


• He turns slightly at the sound of footsteps.


• MARIE walks to the railing tottering slightly, a cigarette clutched firmly between her fingers.


• She stumbles hard; Aaron grabs her hand and helps her to the wall.


• AARON
• A little too much to drink?


• MARIE
• I don't drink.


• Aaron raises an eyebrow.


• MARIE
• I can't really walk in heels either.


• Aaron chuckles.


• AARON
• So why don't you drink?


• She waves her cigarette.


• MARIE
• Health reasons.


• Aaron raises his eyebrow again.


• MARIE
• Hey, hey, everyone's got to have a vice. What are you doing out here, Mr. Eyebrow?


• AARON
• It's Aaron, actually, and I just like watching the city breathe.


• MARIE
• Inhaling, exhaling.


• AARON
• And we breathe it's breath in.


• MARIE
• Aren't we poetic?


• A heavy breeze hits them, and Marie turns from the wall, tottering back to the stairs.


• AARON
• Hey wait, I never caught your name.


• Marie, turns shivering, looks at him, smiles, then walks into the stairwell.


• Aaron looks after her, then back to the city, then back again, then shakes his head and goes back to the railing.


• FADE TO BLACK.