DRIVER
I gotta go Irene...
He pauses.
DRIVER
Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me...
Irene smiles sadly.
IRENE
It was nice to meet you too...
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Driver knows she’s trying to explain herself but doesn’t say anything, driving in silence.
Up ahead the traffic lights turn red and the car slows to a stop.
Inside, the silence is unbearable. Irene pauses, then looks at Driver. He’s even more handsome in the shadowy half-light, something achingly lonely and melancholy about his stillness.
She hesitates, then moves her hand towards his, brushing the back of his hand, then slipping her fingers between his.
The gesture is tiny but charged with emotion. They both stare out in silence, fingers clasped, then Irene gently withdraws her hand, as if nothing’s happened.
Outside the lights change to green.
