Act 1.3

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Ramona wakes to her alarm. Her laptop is open next to her on the bed, the word document not in sight. Instead, a cat video is playing on Youtube. She checks her alarm: 3 P.M. She's late again. She checks her laptop, sees the empty document, and groans.

RAMONA: Motherfucker!

She gets up and rushes out the door.



Haley is handing a customer their order. Ramona rushes in, breathlessly.

HALEY: (smiling) Thank you! Come again soon.

Haley sees Ramona. Her smile disappears.

HALEY: Late. Again.

RAMONA: (frustratedly) I know, I know, I'm sorry.

Haley opens her mouth to speak.

SIMON: Just drop it, Hales. It's only been fifteen minutes.

Haley rolls her eyes and takes off her apron.

HALEY: (under her breath) Fifteen minutes of my life I'll never get back.

She thrusts the apron to Ramona and bumps her on her way out.

RAMONA: (defeatedly, softly) Sorry...

Simon sighs.

SIMON: Are you okay, Mones?

Ramona puts on the apron and nods.

SIMON: You don't seem to be.

RAMONA: It's nothing.

Ramona clocks in. Simon gets up and exits the kitchen.

SIMON: (smiling) So what was the big news?

RAMONA: Nothing. It's not a big deal.

SIMON: It is if you came running here six hours before your shift, Ramona.

Ramona sighs.

RAMONA: It's nothing.

SIMON: If there's an it, then it's not—

Ramona glares at him.

RAMONA: Please just let me work in peace.

Simon is silent. He looks at her, then sighs.

SIMON: Okay. Okay. I'll leave you to it. If you want to talk, you know where to find me.

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