Yeah, No

High school hallway. 1995. Students ebb and flow from classrooms and lockers dodging from one class to the next, or just dodging class... GRACE engages her new locker neighbour, the recently arrived American student, DEVON.

GRACE: Hey Devon, a few of us are goin’ to the movies tonight, d’you wanna come with?

DEVON: Cool, sure… I’ll have to ask my parents but, should be fine.

PATRICIA approaches, cradles an arm full of textbooks.

PATRICIA: Hey kids!

To Patricia.

GRACE: I invited Devon.

DEVON: Are you coming tonight too?

PATRICIA: No Yeah.

DEVON: Oh, that’s too bad.

PATRICIA: What is?

DEVON: That you can’t join.

To Grace.

DEVON: Right?

GRACE: Yeah no, that’s what she said.

DEVON: So, you are coming?

PATRICIA: No yeah.

DEVON: Okay, so… I’ll see you tonight?

PATRICIA: Yeah no, for sure.

To Grace.

PATRICIA: You driving?

GRACE: Yeah no, you?

PATRICA: Yeah no.

DEVON: I have a car? If that helps, I mean, I can drive…

PATRICIA: Oh yeah? Okay, no yeah.

DEVON: No?

GRACE: No yeah.

Patricia and Grace smile at Devon.

PATRICIA: I’m glad we figured that out.

GRACE: Yeah no, I know!

PATRICIA: Cool.

Devon knits her brow tightly.

GRACE: Cool!

The CHANGE OF CLASS BELL RINGS. Grace and Patricia start of towards their next class leaving a head-scratching Devon at her locker.

DEVON: Cool?

Love,
Grace

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