Femi helps his Father sit. Chioma is staring at Femi with a smile of approval. Femi catches her smile trailing at him. He smiles right back.
INT. FEMI’S ROOM, FEMI’S PARENT’S MANSION - FEW MOMENTS LATER
Femi is seated on a neatly-dressed king-size bed. Chioma is walking around, inching every corner of the cozy room. She picks up a snow globe, shakes it with both hands, and watches closely as the snow falls. She smiles, drops it gently at the same stop she picked it from, turns around to Femi quickly, and speaks:
CHIOMA
I use to have one of this when I was little. I lost mine when we were moving. I was six.
In a tight Jean trouser, Chioma seductively catwalks to the bed. Femi’s eyes are locked on her waist as they swing from side to side. She drops herself to the bed, laying back flat, arms and legs spread, still smiling. She breathes in and out in relief.
CHIOMA (CONT’D)
I remember that day, I cried the whole night.
Moaning sounds are heard indistinctly coming from outside the room. Chioma seems to be catching it as she pays a deeper attention to the streaming sounds.
CHIOMA (CONT’D)
Can you hear that?
FEMI (re: Dapo)
He is always loud.
(to Dapo; calls out) Dapo keep it down!
DAPO (O.S.)
Is that you Femi?
FEMI (raises his voice)
Yes it is me. Now will you turn down the volume of your TV set, please?
A female laughter is indistinctly heard from outside the room. A few seconds later, the door swings open with a sharp noise, as Dapo bursts in, overjoyed to see Femi.
DAPO, a shirtless, skinny, dark-skinned gentleman, probably in his late-20s, FREAKISHLY tall, with a PROTRUDING Adam's apple.