A BAKERY AND CAKE-DESIGN SHOP, EARLY EVENING. THE SHOP IS CLOSED AND THE CHARACTERS ARE CLOSING UP.
HOLLY, 25, OWNER OF THE BAKERY AND CAKE-DESIGN
SHOP, WEARING A FLOWERY DRESS WITH A PINK APRON OVER THE TOP, STANDS BEHIND THE COUNTER CENTER STAGE.
BEN, 26, STOCKBROKER AT THE LOCAL BANK, WEARING SMART PANTS AND A SHIRT WITH AN APRON OVER THE TOP, STANDS BEHIND THE SINK RIGHT CENTER STAGE.
HOLLY IS BEHIND THE COUNTER CLEARING THE CAKES
AWAY; NEXT TO THE CASH REGISTER IS A BUNCH OF
RED ROSES IN A FANCY VASE. BEN IS WASHING THE POTS AND PANS.
HOLLY: How’s your sister, Ben?
BEN: She’s fine.
HOLLY: Is she enjoying the honeymoon period?
BEN: What’s ‘the honeymoon period’?
HOLLY: Are you serious, Ben? The honeymoon period is the best
time in a marriage.
BEN: Why’s that?
HOLLY: It’s the time when you first get married and you can’t
keep your hands off each other. The time you don’t want to spend one second apart.
BEN: That doesn’t sound very enjoyable. It sounds kind of
clingy and strange.
HOLLY: Oh, Ben. Must you be so cynical?
BEN: I do love the idea of marriage. You know, getting to
spend the rest of your life with that one person that you love. But that’s not-
HOLLY: Oh my god, Ben, are you in love with someone?
BEN: No, of course not.
HOLLY: Are you sure?
BEN: Yes. I’m not in love with anyone.
HOLLY: If you say so, but when you are I will figure it out,
Ben. My intuition’s never failed me.
BEN POINTS TOWARDS THE FLOWERS.
BEN: I see you got your daily bunch of flowers.
HOLLY: Not just flowers, Ben, they’re roses.
BEN: Is there a difference between ‘flowers’ and ‘roses’?
HOLLY: Yes, of course there is. Flowers are what you get when
you’re in hospital. Roses are what you get from a romantic interest or the love of your life.
BEN: Who’s your romantic interest then?
HOLLY: I don’t know. They still didn’t leave a note.
BEN: Do you have any idea who it could be?
HOLLY: Well, I think I do.
BEN: Really, who do you think it is?
HOLLY: I think I’ve known for a while. I just didn’t want to
say anything until I could confirm it was true.
BEN: You have, how did you guess?
HOLLY: I told you, Ben, my intuition never fails me.
BEN: Oh, Holly. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.
HOLLY: You knew?
BEN: Yes, at least I thought I did.
HOLLY: You knew it was Michael Moore?
BEN: That dingbat from high school?
HOLLY: Yes, well, he friended me on Facebook a couple of
BEN: I friended my boss on Facebook, but I’m not sending him
HOLLY: You didn’t let me finish.
BEN: Sorry, Holly, go on.
HOLLY: He friended me and then started coming into the shop
every day on his way to work.
BEN: That doesn’t mean that he’s sending the flowers. He
could just like cakes.
HOLLY: I know it doesn’t, but I just have this feeling. It’s
like my intuition knows that he’s into me.
BEN: Your intuition has really never failed you?
HOLLY: Never. I’ve just always been good at spotting when
someone’s into me.
BEN: Yeah, you’re like a detective.
HOLLY: Maybe I was in another life, Ben.
BEN: Has he given you any other hint that he may be into
HOLLY: He always smiles at me. It’s one of those smiles that
you see all the time in those romantic films.
BEN: He’s probably just smiling to be polite.
HOLLY: No, it’s a smile of love. After all, he never smiled in
BEN: I saw him smile a few times when we were in high
school. It was usually when he tripped me over or pushed me on the stairs.
HOLLY: Stop rehashing the past. Michael has grown into a
smart, elegantly dressed, gorgeous man.
BEN: That doesn’t mean that he’s changed.
HOLLY: His energy’s changed. It’s much more positive now.
BEN: I didn’t know you were a spiritualist.
HOLLY: I’m not, I just get this feeling that he’s kinder, more
BEN: So you’re blinded by lust.
HOLLY: I wouldn’t call it lust; I’d call it love. But love is
never blind, Ben.
BEN: How can you be in love with him? Have you ever even
spoken to him?
HOLLY: Yes, I have.
BEN: What have you said to him?
HOLLY MOVES OVER TO THE CASH REGISTER AND STARTS TO COUNT THE DAILY EARNINGS.
HOLLY: Every morning he comes in I say, ‘What can I get you
BEN: What does he say?
HOLLY: ‘A chocolate muffin please, Hols.’
BEN: If that’s not him telling you ‘I love you’, I don’t
know what is.
HOLLY: Oh Ben, you’re so naive. Chocolate muffins are my
favourite and the fact that he orders it every day proves that we’re meant to be together.
BEN: It does?
HOLLY: Yes, he obviously found out that I love chocolate
muffins and orders them as a way to show me how he feels.
BEN: He could just like chocolate. Most people like
HOLLY: You’re so negative. How can you not see that this has
to be love?
BEN: You give the guy a muffin every day; you’re hardly the
next Romeo and Juliet.
HOLLY: You’re right.
BEN: I am? About what?
HOLLY: I need to tell him how I feel.
BEN: I really don’t think that’s a good idea.
BEN HAS FINISHED WASHING THE DISHES, PICKS UP A TOWEL AND DRIES HIS HANDS. HOLLY STARTS TO TAKE THE CASH OUT OF THE CASH REGISTER.
HOLLY: It’s a great idea. I’ll tell him I know about the
flowers and then he’ll kiss me and we’ll be madly and hopelessly in love with each other for the rest of our lives.
BEN: Maybe you should wait until he mentions the flowers.
HOLLY: No. I’ve decided, I’m telling him how I feel and no one
is going to stop me.
WITH A LITTLE BOUNCE, HOLLY WALKS OFF THE STAGE WITH THE MONEY OUT OF THE CASH REGISTER, BEN SCRATCHES HIS HEAD IN A MOMENT OF PANIC.