Marc Demetrius:
[answers phone]
Demetrius.
Nicole:
I did it.
Marc Demetrius:
[leans forward, switches on recorder]
Did what?
Nicole:
Funked my stranger.
Marc Demetrius:
Where?
Nicole:
Well, um...
[she is seen entering her studio, wearing old jeans, barefoot]
Nicole:
At the art opening. It was on a platform, high above the crowds.
[has a very sensual way of walking]
Nicole:
And it was just the way I imagined it. He looked at me, I looked at him.
[picks up flower display]
Nicole:
He was a little shy, but very cute. And I attacked him. It was almost like... deflowering him.
Marc Demetrius:
[grabs his headset, puts it on]
That bad, huh?
Nicole:
No. No, no. It wasn't bad at all. The best sex of my life. And we didn't even say a word.
[strews flowers]
Nicole:
I don't know his name. He doesn't know mine. My insides have been, like, tingling all day. The best part is that I might see him again.
Marc Demetrius:
Well, what do you mean?
Nicole:
What do I mean? I might see him again.
Marc Demetrius:
But that's impossible, right?
[he scans the tall buildings through the window]
Marc Demetrius:
I mean, the whole idea, the whole charm of it, I... I thought, that he was a total stranger. You know, two ships that bump in the middle of the night, and then passing...
Nicole:
I guess so, but, um... I cheated a little bit. I really liked him, so I left something in his pocket.
Marc Demetrius:
What, your home number?
Nicole:
A business card from one of my haunts. It was the first thing I took out of my bag. I really hope he finds it.
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