228. Pamper - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. DAVIDSON'S GROCERIES - EVENING


• EMIE stands behind the cash register filing her nails as she waits for her next customer.


• Hipsters and well-dressed couples fill the boutique grocery store.


• ANA, dressed in jeans, a thin sweater, and a beret walks up to the register.


• Her hair extends out of the beret in all directions; her face has a smear of dirt on it and she is sweaty.


• She places her items on the conveyor belt: A fancy pizza, colorful designer juices, a large bar of chocolate, and candles.


• EMIE
• One of those days?


• ANA
• Oh you don't even know. I'm broke, I owe the IRS money, and my car just died. If I don't get some me-time soon, I'm going to snap.


• EMIE
• I know how you feel, I'm sorry.


• Emi finishes ringing her up.


• ANA
• So I'm going to go pamper me.


• EMIE
• Good for you. That'll be 23.20


• Ana pays and grabs her bag of groceries.


• She walks to the automatic doors, tripping, then regaining her balance.


• Emie smiles in her direction.


• ANA
• Soon, very soon.


• She sighs and returns her eyes to the register where a large, angry man in a track suit is demanding her attention.


• ANA
• Soon.


• FADE TO BLACK.