Later That Night – At Home
(Ella walks in tired. Rey is lounging on the couch eating chips.)
Rey: So? How was your day?
Ella (flops on the couch): Don't even ask. I couldn't talk to him about my script.
Rey (mouth full): Why not?
Ella: First, he was busy shooting, so I didn't get the chance… and then I just… couldn't bring myself to say it in the car.
Rey (groans dramatically): You are so stupid!
Ella: So, what do you think I was going to say?
Rey (deadpan): "I want your help in making my movie."
(leans back, arms crossed)
Ella (frustrated): It's not that simple, Rey. When it's personal, it's harder to ask.
Rey: Okay, okay—leave it.
(suddenly perks up)
How about we go shopping tomorrow?
Ella (perks up slightly): Shopping ? well I'll be off early tomorrow so Yeah… I guess I will come.
Rey (excitedly shows her phone): Great! I'm totally getting this... and this! Look!
(Ella laughs softly as Rey scrolls through pictures of clothes excitedly. The night passes.)
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🛍️ The Next Day – Mall & Mystery
(Ella and Rey shop around the mall. Rey is hyped, carrying bags in both hands and practically skipping through the aisles.)
Rey (grinning): I needed this! Retail therapy is real!
Ella (laughing): You've bought almost everything in the store!
(Later, they head out. Their taxi pulls up. They hop in with bags stuffed between them. As the taxi rolls forward, it suddenly begins to drizzle, then stops. A gentle cool breeze starts flowing.)
(Ella rolls down the window, letting the fresh breeze touch her face. She leans slightly out and playfully stretches her hand outside, smiling. At a red light, the car halts.)
(A man in black, wearing a black helmet, stops beside them on a bike. He glances at Ella. Then—smiles.)
Man (muttering to himself with a sly chuckle): Let's have some fun...
(The light turns green. The vehicles move. Ella extends her hand again, enjoying the breeze. Suddenly—)
(The biker grabs her hand unexpectedly. She gasps, terrified. The man turns his head toward her. Through the helmet visor, his eyes seem calm, almost gentle.)
(No words. No sound. Just a strange stillness between them. At the next turn, he lets go of her hand… and disappears into the traffic.)
(Ella quickly pulls her hand back inside, shaken but confused.)
Ella (softly, to herself): Who... was that?
(Ella sits in the cab, completely confused. Her mind races, but before she can process anything, Rey interrupts her thoughts by excitedly showing more pictures of dresses.)
Rey (cheerfully): Look at this one! And this one—should I get both?
*(Ella forces a smile and nods, trying to act normal, though her thoughts are elsewhere.)
—Scene transition—
(We cut to the biker. He pulls up in front of a luxurious high-rise building. He parks the bike, removes his helmet—and it's Damian. He chuckles to himself as he takes off his gloves and protective gear.)
Damian (smirking): That reaction… was kind of cute.