What do you want for Dinner?

INT. KITCHEN – EVENING A young MAN, mid 20’s dressed in casual clothes with an apron over the top cleans up the kitchen. The kitchen is similar to that of your first apartments; overcrowded, a little rundown with a small table and chairs crammed in the corner. A young WOMAN of a similar age holding a briefcase and wearing a pantsuit enters. She drops her briefcase on the floor and throws her jacket roughly over one of the chairs before dumping herself into the other one.

WOMAN
Hey sweetie, I had a hell of a day. I can’t even begin to tell you how tired I am.

The man straightens her jacket on the chair back and collects her briefcase, placing it neatly against the side of the fridge.

MAN
Yeah? That’s no good. Mine was pretty busy too. I got some study done. I cleaned the house a bit.

WOMAN
My boss is such a prick. I’ve been asking him for a deadline for months on this project and he’s never given one to me, and then he turns around and asks to see it by Wednesday! Can you imagine. Why can’t the guy just make a decision?

MAN
That’s mad, what an idiot. I did a few loads of washing by the way so your netball outfit’s clean.

WOMAN
He’s a total idiot! He does this all the time, he’s totally unfit for management, and I know he fingered his secretary at work drinks last month.

MAN
I didn’t want to know that. Any ideas for dinner?

WOMAN
Oh I don’t know, just whatever.

MAN
You don’t have any hankerings? We can get whatever you want, you’ve had a shit day.

WOMAN
No not really, just whatever you want baby.

MAN
I’m not fussed either, any particular ethnic brand you’re after? Italian? Indian? Mexican?

WOMAN
I don’t know, something that has meat in it?

MAN
(Under his breath)
That’s not helpful.
(To her)
Well do you want to cook or just get take-away?

The woman sighs and gets out her phone and starts playing on it.

WOMAN
I don’t care baby, just whatever’s easier.

MAN
So take-away? Take-away’s obviously easier than cooking.

WOMAN
Yeah, take-away then, I really don’t care.

MAN
Okay, take-away. That’s good at least it means I won’t have to do the dishes…again. Any kind you want? She looks up from her phone briefly.

WOMAN
Whatever you want, you can just chose. She goes back to the phone.

MAN
Okay, how about we get some kebabs from that Turkish place?

WOMAN
Naugh, I don’t feel like that, all that greasy meat.

MAN
You said you wanted something with meat in it.

WOMAN
Yeah but not that kind of meat.

MAN
Okay, how about we get Vietnamese.

WOMAN
Mmmm, no, I don’t feel like that either.

MAN
Fish and chips?

WOMAN
Nup.

The man takes of his apron angrily and throws it on the table putting his hands on his hips. The woman looks up from her phone.

MAN
You said you didn’t care! This is why I asked you to chose what we have.

WOMAN
I don’t care, I just don’t want the ones you’ve suggested. I want something else.

MAN
That is the definition of caring!

WOMAN
Ughhh, fine, let’s just get pizza then.

MAN
Great, thank you, wasn’t so hard was it?

The man goes to the fridge and takes a pizza menu off of the side of it and studies it. The woman goes once more back to her phone.

MAN (CONT’D)
What kind of pizza do you want?

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