BACK TO ANGLE ON RAY, who looks uncomfortable.
RAY
That’s kinda harsh.
(She raises a brow)
I mean, it’s over, right? We got over it.
LEEANNE
(A dry laugh)
YOU did, baby bro. Me?
(Points at the waiter)
We’ve been here, what? Two hours? Raise
your hand, he’s there. Skips right over ME,
though. Must be able to tell I’m not the one
with the Gold Card.
RAY
Lee. C’mon . . .
He glances out the window, and sees—
RAY’s P.O.V.—a WOMAN wearing a see-through RAINCOAT, coming towards him, walking against the grain of the crowd.
E.C.U. ON HIS EYES, locking—
E.C.U.—on hers.
NEW ANGLE. The WOMAN reacts, as though startled that he’s looking at her at all. She pauses, turns, stares.
NEW ANGLE. RAY reacts, startled by HER reaction. He meets and matches her gaze, like: Yes?
LEEANNE (O.S.)
Ray. Ray. Heh-LO?
PULL OUT as she snaps her fingers in his face; he looks at her. She leans back, annoyed but vindicated.
LEEANNE
Now, THAT’s what I’m talking about.
RAY glances back. Behind him—
RAY’s P.O.V.—the WOMAN is gone.
INT. RAY’s APARTMENT. NIGHT.
SOUND F/X: A MICROWAVE BUZZER goes off.