INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM – NIGHT
A modestly decorated first-floor apartment. A couple, ANDY and YASMIN, both in their early thirties, lie on the bed, the lights off. ANDY looks up at the ceiling, while YASMIN looks at him, slightly frustrated by concerned. Both are unclothed. YASMIN puts a hand on ANDY’s shoulder.
YASMINIt’s okay, it happens to everybody.
ANDY(defensively) Yeah, well, it didn’t used to happen. Continue reading...
YASMINI’m not mad, I promise.
ANDYI know you’re not mad, I’m mad. This kind of thing doesn’t happen, not to me.YASMINBabe, please don’t beat yourself up over this, we’ll get it