3.09
High glass, pale wood, pendant lamps. Real plates clatter at the tray return; card readers beep; an espresso wand hisses. Will is sitting by himself at a table having lunch. Hannah, on her way to some other place, spots him sitting.
Will?
Will looks up from his food.
Hannah. Last Friday? You disappeared on me.
Oh, yeah! You grabbing lunch?
I just ate. How is it?
English. You?
Business school, yeah. Strategic marketing.
Uh, no. I came in recently. Was looking for a change.
Oh. Why? Didn't like your old job?
Hannah absorbs it.
I'm sorry.
No, that's alright. I should've lied, really.
No, that's okay. How did she die?
Cancer.
That's terrible. Quick or slow?
Quick.
Julia's sister took forever. I'm not sure which way is worse.
Julia?
My girlfriend?
Oh, right.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be bumming you out during lunch.
Oh, that's fine. I started it.
I made a big deal of it.
Well, you look like an asshole if you don't, so...
Will perks up.
I don't think so. Why?
We're having a little housewarming party. I know we just met, but...
I'd love to. Thanks.
Cool. Can I have your phone?
Will hands over his phone unlocked.
Here's my number... just message me. I gotta run, I have a class to teach. See you on Friday?
Yeah, Friday.
She stands up, walks off, then turns.
Oh, before I go... who did I remind you of?
Oh. I don't remember.
Bye.
Will sits alone at the table again.