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Tiran steps out of the front door of the apartment building and walks out onto the street. He waits as a car passes, then skips across the small street into a square then across to a restaurant. The restaurant is triangular in it's layout and built into the corner of the square facing the center. It is a bright and shiny oasis of color, style and music. Tirans' lively steps seemed to grow with the music as he approaches the restaurant. The sign above the front door reads "The Spiced Angel" with a slanted halo above the word 'Angel'.

On either side of the walkway leading to the entrance are covered, outdoor, patio, eating areas. Several patrons are seated and eating or waiting to be served. Tiran notices a woman in a purple and green dress waiting on a table. He smiles and begins to walk towards the side of the building,outside of the patio area, near where the woman is standing. The woman, who has a flowing, voluminous shock of red hair, is oblivious to Tiran's approach. From the other side of the wooden barrier, Tiran calls through the fence.

Tiran: Hey! Faye!

From the other side of the wood fence, the red-haired woman turns her head towards Tiran. She holds a digital tablet in her hand. Under the patio shade, the details of her face are obscure. Her body language, however, sends a clear message as she aggressively turns and begins to walk away from him.

Tiran: (Smiles dismissively) ...Oh God... Hey, Faye...!

Tiran follows Faye's aggressive walk from the other side of the high wall. Her heeled shoes click heavy on the wood floor. She ascends several steps to an elevated platform under the shaded canopy. Tiran skips, almost playfully, keeping pace with her from the other side of the ascending wall. He rolls his eyes as he spins and jumps to get her attention.

Tiran: Faye... Faaaay...

Faye disappears into the main building. Tiran continues along the side of the restaurant, effortlessly scales a ten foot fence and stops in front of an open door at the top of a short stair. With a sarcastic grin, he turns away from the doorway. As he impatiently looks up at the sky, the red-haired woman, inside, walks past the doorway to a kitchen pickup counter

Tiran turns around.

Tiran: Hey, Faye!

The woman turns her head towards Tiran the shadows of the room partially obscure her features. Tiran sarcastically twiddles his fingers at her. She walks from the counter, leans in the threshold of the doorway and stares down at him. Her dress, a long-sleeved corseted uniform designed to arouse and titillate, shows off her toned, curvy legs and large bust line. Her thick, blazing, red hair frames her gorgeous features.

Tiran: (Smiles) You could at least greet me. I mean, I think I've been a good enough boyfriend to deserve that much...

As he speaks, Faye dismissively nods her head. Her green eyes focused on him. She says nothing as Tiran speaks.

Tiran: I'm kinda feeling a little unloved especially after spending two days in jail...

Faline: (Sarcastically) Well then, how about you stop going to jail.

Tiran: I wasn't my fault. I was defending myself.

Faline: (calmly) Oh, were you?

Chef: (Yelling) We got two for table B-3...!

Faline looks over her shoulder. Pete, the head cook, is yelling from the kitchen to her. He places two plates of food on the pickup window counter. She turns back towards Tiran.

Tiran: I promise I'll make it up to you, tonight.

Faline: Oh, you "promise"?

Tiran: Yeah.

Faline: You gonna turn back time, or what? 'Cause, you know, your birthday... that was yesterday. We had a party planned for you and everything.

Tiran: (Grimaces) Yeah, I know. I am soooo torn up about that... And you know what? I'm gonna make the day after my birthday the best day ever. You're gonna dress up, looking good as usual...

Faline laughs.

Tiran: ...And we...( Points) ...you and I... Are going to go out tonight and have an absolute time. Sound good?

Faye: (turns away and smiles) Oh my god Tiran...

Tiran: (Leans in) Hmmm...?

Faye: (Looks up, turns away then turns back and sighs)…You are insufferable, you know that?

The chef sticks his head out of the service window

Chef: Hey! you listening to me Faye? We got orders ready here!

Faye turns her head towards the chef

Faye: I hear you Pete!

Chef Pete: Don't hear... Do! Hurry up and dump him and let's go! (pulls back into the window, then sticks his head back out) Hey, Tiran, how are you doing? (pulls back in)

Faye: (Laughs) I'm not dumping him...

Tiran: 'Sup, Pete.

Faye: (Points her thumb back over her shoulder) I gotta get back to work or Pete'll have a heart attack. (Steps down to Tiran) ... I'll see you after work...

Faye leans forward and passionately kisses Tiran.

Faye: You better make it up to me tonight.

Tiran: (Draws his lips in and smiles) Oh, I will.

Faye: Oh, and do me this favor...

Faye steps out of view and steps back with a waitress outfit on a hanger.

Faye: We got a new girl. Moved in two days ago, when you got locked up. Her name's Bella. Bring this to her. Unit 3-8.

Tiran grabs the outfit

Tiran: Extra hand, huh?

Faye: (looks sad) Not really, Jenny quit. She said something about it being dangerous around here.

Tiran: It's always been dangerous.

Faye: (leans in) …But, that's why we have you, Tiran.

Tiran looks up at her, concern in his eyes.

Faye: …When you're here.

Tiran stands with guilt in his eyes as Faye steps over to the counter and begins gathering dishes. He looks down at the outfit as he steps away. Faye looks over her shoulder as he leaves.

Description

Tiran steps out of the front door of the apartment building and walks out onto the street. He waits as a car passes, then skips across the small street into a square then across to a restaurant. The restaurant is triangular in it's layout and built into the corner of the square facing the center. It is a bright and shiny oasis of color, style and music. Tirans' lively steps seemed to grow with the music as he approaches the restaurant. The sign above the front door reads "The Spiced Angel" with a slanted halo above the word 'Angel'.

On either side of the walkway leading to the entrance are covered, outdoor, patio, eating areas. Several patrons are seated and eating or waiting to be served. Tiran notices a woman in a purple and green dress waiting on a table. He smiles and begins to walk towards the side of the building,outside of the patio area, near where the woman is standing. The woman, who has a flowing, voluminous shock of red hair, is oblivious to Tiran's approach. From the other side of the wooden barrier, Tiran calls through the fence.

Tiran: Hey! Faye!

From the other side of the wood fence, the red-haired woman turns her head towards Tiran. She holds a digital tablet in her hand. Under the patio shade, the details of her face are obscure. Her body language, however, sends a clear message as she aggressively turns and begins to walk away from him.

Tiran: (Smiles dismissively) ...Oh God... Hey, Faye...!

Tiran follows Faye's aggressive walk from the other side of the high wall. Her heeled shoes click heavy on the wood floor. She ascends several steps to an elevated platform under the shaded canopy. Tiran skips, almost playfully, keeping pace with her from the other side of the ascending wall. He rolls his eyes as he spins and jumps to get her attention.

Tiran: Faye... Faaaay...

Faye disappears into the main building. Tiran continues along the side of the restaurant, effortlessly scales a ten foot fence and stops in front of an open door at the top of a short stair. With a sarcastic grin, he turns away from the doorway. As he impatiently looks up at the sky, the red-haired woman, inside, walks past the doorway to a kitchen pickup counter

Tiran turns around.

Tiran: Hey, Faye!

The woman turns her head towards Tiran the shadows of the room partially obscure her features. Tiran sarcastically twiddles his fingers at her. She walks from the counter, leans in the threshold of the doorway and stares down at him. Her dress, a long-sleeved corseted uniform designed to arouse and titillate, shows off her toned, curvy legs and large bust line. Her thick, blazing, red hair frames her gorgeous features.

Tiran: (Smiles) You could at least greet me. I mean, I think I've been a good enough boyfriend to deserve that much...

As he speaks, Faye dismissively nods her head. Her green eyes focused on him. She says nothing as Tiran speaks.

Tiran: I'm kinda feeling a little unloved especially after spending two days in jail...

Faline: (Sarcastically) Well then, how about you stop going to jail.

Tiran: I wasn't my fault. I was defending myself.

Faline: (calmly) Oh, were you?

Chef: (Yelling) We got two for table B-3...!

Faline looks over her shoulder. Pete, the head cook, is yelling from the kitchen to her. He places two plates of food on the pickup window counter. She turns back towards Tiran.

Tiran: I promise I'll make it up to you, tonight.

Faline: Oh, you "promise"?

Tiran: Yeah.

Faline: You gonna turn back time, or what? 'Cause, you know, your birthday... that was yesterday. We had a party planned for you and everything.

Tiran: (Grimaces) Yeah, I know. I am soooo torn up about that... And you know what? I'm gonna make the day after my birthday the best day ever. You're gonna dress up, looking good as usual...

Faline laughs.

Tiran: ...And we...( Points) ...you and I... Are going to go out tonight and have an absolute time. Sound good?

Faye: (turns away and smiles) Oh my god Tiran...

Tiran: (Leans in) Hmmm...?

Faye: (Looks up, turns away then turns back and sighs)…You are insufferable, you know that?

The chef sticks his head out of the service window

Chef: Hey! you listening to me Faye? We got orders ready here!

Faye turns her head towards the chef

Faye: I hear you Pete!

Chef Pete: Don't hear... Do! Hurry up and dump him and let's go! (pulls back into the window, then sticks his head back out) Hey, Tiran, how are you doing? (pulls back in)

Faye: (Laughs) I'm not dumping him...

Tiran: 'Sup, Pete.

Faye: (Points her thumb back over her shoulder) I gotta get back to work or Pete'll have a heart attack. (Steps down to Tiran) ... I'll see you after work...

Faye leans forward and passionately kisses Tiran.

Faye: You better make it up to me tonight.

Tiran: (Draws his lips in and smiles) Oh, I will.

Faye: Oh, and do me this favor...

Faye steps out of view and steps back with a waitress outfit on a hanger.

Faye: We got a new girl. Moved in two days ago, when you got locked up. Her name's Bella. Bring this to her. Unit 3-8.

Tiran grabs the outfit

Tiran: Extra hand, huh?

Faye: (looks sad) Not really, Jenny quit. She said something about it being dangerous around here.

Tiran: It's always been dangerous.

Faye: (leans in) …But, that's why we have you, Tiran.

Tiran looks up at her, concern in his eyes.

Faye: …When you're here.

Tiran stands with guilt in his eyes as Faye steps over to the counter and begins gathering dishes. He looks down at the outfit as he steps away. Faye looks over her shoulder as he leaves.