Page 12 of Little Miss Fortune

‘So do you.’ He flashes a charming smile.

Hello. He fancies her back. This is going to be easy.

Here is how I see it play out.

SCENE

EXT. SMOKING AREA OF A CLUB – NIGHT

The outside is a fenced-off square, with people making out in it and other people blowing smoke into the faces of those who are making out. FUKO awkwardly squeezes next to a man with assless chaps trousers.

SASHKA and TOBY are too engrossed with each other to notice.

TOBY

So, you guys are enjoying your night.

SASHKA

Yeah, it’s Fuko’s birthday today.

TOBY

Oh, wow, happy birthday, Fuko.

He pats Fuko’s back only to realise that there was no fabric there.

His arm freezes in the air. He snaps it back and awkwardly looks away.

FUKO

(glancing at the assless chaps chap, mumbles to herself)

You’d think I was wearing one of those.

Sashka and Toby do not hear. She laughs and places a hand on his forearm. The whiskey with coke disappears from Fuko’s glass at an alarming rate.

SASHKA

(finishing her story)

That’s how my knee got damaged.

TOBY

That must’ve been terrible. I had something similar skiing. Two surgeries later, it is almost back to full capacity.

SASHKA

That’s amazing! What helped?

TOBY

I had a physiotherapist that I hated. She had one of the best rehabilitation programmes. It works because she makes herself so unlikable that you do extra exercises in all your free time just to reduce the time you spend with her. I could give you her number if you want.

SASHKA

Sure!