The paved path that circles within in McCarren Park, near Bedford Avenue.
Automotive High School looms in the background.
Charli, Blake and Maria are taking a Sunday stroll.
Maria: No, but seriously, Enid’s on a Saturday night is the best. Hands down.
Blake: Ok, no one will leave.
Maria: That’s what I’m saying!! They’re seriously like “GET OUT!! GOOO HOOOOMMEE” and just nobody leaves. You have to come, Charli.
Charli: And our busboy was the barback last night?? Hahaha, did he sleep there? What time does brunch even start?
Blake: He probably just sleeps under a table.
Maria: Wait a minute– wha–
The three brunettes are paused by two gentlemen, one in a 1970s cotton-poly color block sweatshirt, heather gray and electric blue with white piping, wrinkled and dirty. Skin-tight faded black jeans rest atop scuffed up slender black dress shoes that had probably once belonged to an Upper East Side dandy. The other mec is wearing thick, black denim jeans, looking like a fresh Grainger catalog purchase, loosely tucked into strapping black leather boots, laced only halfway up. A red plaid Pendleton shirt, converted to a vest, displays bare, muscular arms holding a black recorder.
Color Block Sweatshirt Guy (CBSG): Hello, Maria.
Maria: Yo….
CBSG: You know Danny.
Maria and Danny nod to each other.
CBSG: Ladies…, Danny. Danny…., these two.
Charli, making eye contact with first CBSG, then Danny: I met you last night.
Danny nods: one slow down and one slow up. He resumes noodling on the recorder.
Maria: Welll….. Cool. We gotta, um, go, um, back to Blake and Charli’s
.
The three girls continue on the path, exiting midway through the park.
Charli: Maria! You know that guy with the recorder?
Maria: Don’t get me started.
Charli: We met him at a party last night!
Maria: Where? At Alexandra’s? Her best friend dates my roommate. I was gonna go, but Blake and I were at Enid’s! Don’t tell me you like that guy.
Charli: Nah, I don’t even know him… And I did NOT know that he plays the recorder…!
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