A too-comfortable couple find a way to spice things up after an afternoon of people watching.
INT. MALL FOOD COURT — DAY
ERIC and NAOMI, both mid-30’s, attractive but losing themselves to domesticity. They sit at a table munching on fast food, both engrossed in their phones.
Nearby, an attractive, HIGH CLASS COUPLE, late 20s, coos at their baby as they feed it something mashed and orange. The child whacks the SPOON out of the mother’s hand. It skids to a halt near Naomi’s feet.
Naomi and Eric don’t notice until the mother is rushing over, bending down, apology all over her face. They both look at her in surprise, then notice the baby spoon.
HIGH CLASS MOM
I’m so sorry, did it get on you?
She pauses for only a moment before flashing a costly smile and turning back to her visually pristine life.
Eric returns to his phone, nonplussed. Naomi watches the couple a little while longer, then looks at the rest of the food court. It’s a busy day, all manner of people milling around with food and shopping bags.
A GOTH TEEN walks by, catching Naomi’s attention.
What do you think he would be for a costume party?
Who would be what?
That kid in black, all the make up. Every day of his life is like Halloween, what do you think he does on actual Halloween?
Are you still upset we skipped the party last weekend? You said you didn’t want go either.
Seeing the kid made me wonder. Do you think he goes as a rainbow unicorn? A lumberjack?
I don’t know, probably a vampire. Buy some stick on fangs and he’s good to go.
She nods her head to the high class couple.
What about them?
Is this a new game?
I think they did the typical sexy couple outfit until they had a kid, now they do something that includes her, too. Peter, Tink, and Wendy or something.
I think it’s a boy.
They both look at the baby, decked in a red plaid flannel onesie.
Maybe they did The Gender is a Construct Family this year and it stuck.
Eric chuckles to himself, then goes back to his phone.
That guy at Taco Haven, twelve o’clock.
Naomi turns quickly to look at a LARGE MAN in overalls behind her.
Don’t be so obvious! He’s definitely a Roll of Toilet Paper or Brown Crayon type of dude.
Naomi turns back, laughing, then nods her head behind Eric. A HIPSTER kid pulls a large book from his messenger bag.
He’s something literary, but really subtle so he could spend the entire night explaining it.
I’m not dapper, I’m the husband from Mrs. Dalloway, see this note? Suicide note! Handwritten. Bought it on Etsy.
He waves an imaginary piece of paper like it’s a fan of bills while Naomi fights laughter.
Headed straight their direction and stopping at a chair two tables down is a GORGEOUS WOMAN with long, silver blond hair, high cheekbones, and a pouty lip. Eric and Naomi both look at her. Eric subtly checks her out, Naomi notices.
What about her?
Who? Oh, uh. I don’t know. Angel or devil or something.
The woman looks annoyed, but that might just be her face. Naomi watches as Eric squirms a little in his chair and returns to his phone.
She looks like a statue. She’s perfect.
Probably an ice queen.
An ice sculpture. Precisely molded for one party, then she’s gone.
Naomi smiles a little to herself.
INT. BEDROOM — NIGHT
Eric sits on the side of their bed and stretches, then pulls his phone out of his pocket and lies back.
Something THUDS from the attached bathroom.
Uh, yeah. I’m fine.
Are you doing another facial treatment? I’m gonna hit the lights soon.
Another banging SOUND, followed by the opening of the bathroom door.
Naomi comes out in a white lace leotard, matching thigh high stockings, and platform heels. Her make up is over the top — lots of highlighter, shimmer, and long false eyelashes. She looks good, but very out of place.
Good, I forgot to brush my teeth.
She says nothing, waiting for Eric to look up. He stands up, phone in hand, and moves to walk toward the bathroom.
He glances up at Naomi and does a double take, taking her all in.
What is --
She pushes him back on the bed.
No more words.
Are we role playing now?
Naomi walks forward and puts her knee on his chest, pushing him all the way back, then leans forward until she’s in his face.
I said no. more. words.
When I let you speak again, tonight, you will call me Ice Queen.
She falters for a moment, screwing up her face.
No wait. Just Queen. Got it?
Her commanding presence resumes. Eric nods emphatically again.
Eric tosses his phone onto the floor and moves to touch her leg. Her facade falls as she squirms from his tickling and they begin to roll around.
The phone on the floor lays forgotten. Close up on the SCREEN shows a gallery of engagement rings.
Naomi GIGGLES loudly and the screen goes black.
Devin Overman is a screenwriter, author, and freelance writer. Her first screenplay, Immaculate, advanced at the Austin Film Festival in 2015, where she went on to consult in 2016 and 2017. Her newest project, Falling Into the Sound (Korean title: 음에 천천히 떨어지다), has been optioned by Little Studio Films in association with Nite Lite Pictures. She’s been interviewed and quoted by MTV on the cross-over between music and literature.