IMMEDIATELY, her eyes start WANDERING across the restaurant like she’s irritated to stare at Uche.
JUMP CUT TO:
INT. ROOM 7, WING C, ST. NICHOLAS HOSPITAL - CONTINUOUS
Close on Chioma’s face as she speaks:
CHIOMA
Both Emeka and I were bored that night even though committed to the ones who sat before us.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. EXQUISITE RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK
We slowly abandon the table where Chioma and Uche are seated, moving pass a table, to the table where Emeka and Amara are seated, having dessert.
EMEKA, extremely-handsome, mid 30s, light-skinned, with a curly and properly moisturized black hair, is dressed in a red-dominant beach shirt, and a white khaki short, much like a foreigner. His fast, concealed accent suggests he must have spent a handful of his life on foreign soil. His shirt is unbuttoned straight down, revealing his sparkling white singlet and his 24-KARAT gold necklace that hangs down to his navel.
AMARA, averagely-beautiful, CURVY, in her late 20s, is dressed in a short, white body-fitted gown that ends right above her knees, strapless, and exposes her cleavage. The gold necklace that hangs around her neck, has a pendant that almost makes its way in between her breasts. She’s on a lip gloss that is mighty reflective, making her lips nearly irresistible to kiss. Her glass is still filled with wine, while she taps her fingers one at a time on the table separating her from Emeka, like she’s nervous about the next word she will say.
AMARA (excited)
Guess what, baby!
Emeka’s facial expression is weaved in boredom -- he doesn’t seem to be in the best mood for playing a guessing game.
EMEKA
You know I’m not good at guessing.
Emeka draws his chair closer to the table, while still seated.
EMEKA (CONT’D)
So tell me what you’re so excited about.
Hyperactive Amara smiles sheepishly.