The camera swoops down on to the patio of palatial estate sitting on lake. Out of the french doors comes a man. He is sweaty and undoing his bowtie.
Cut to: Interior shot of a woman, from the back. She is wearing a strapless gown and steps hesitantly up to the french door and holds it open just before it shuts. She follows the man. She is holding a scarf.
Megan: Excuse me. I think you dropped this. The cashmere scarf has two embroidered peacocks on them. She fingers them briefly before she hands it to him.
Luka: Thanks. I'm Luka.
Megan: My name's Megan.
In unison: You're the two-time Big Ten Player of the Year, aren't you? They both laugh.
Megan: It's cold out here.
Luka: It feels better than in there. They all look at me and see the same thing: points.
Megan: You don't have to tell me about points, Luka, I understand. I had over 2,800.
Luka: I might get to 2,400 depending on how far of a run we make, and whether Joe's shot keeps the zone honest.
Megan: I know. I know. Will you dance with me, Luka?
Luka: I would love to.
A sad ballad plays as they embrace. They begin to sway together in cool, dark night and the sounds of the party inside disappear as they look into one another's eyes.
Luka: Megan, your footwork is amazing.
Megan: So is yours, my Luka.
Cut to: Interior shot of a woman, from the back. She is wearing a strapless gown and steps hesitantly up to the french door and holds it open just before it shuts. She follows the man. She is holding a scarf.
Megan: Excuse me. I think you dropped this. The cashmere scarf has two embroidered peacocks on them. She fingers them briefly before she hands it to him.
Luka: Thanks. I'm Luka.
Megan: My name's Megan.
In unison: You're the two-time Big Ten Player of the Year, aren't you? They both laugh.
Megan: It's cold out here.
Luka: It feels better than in there. They all look at me and see the same thing: points.
Megan: You don't have to tell me about points, Luka, I understand. I had over 2,800.
Luka: I might get to 2,400 depending on how far of a run we make, and whether Joe's shot keeps the zone honest.
Megan: I know. I know. Will you dance with me, Luka?
Luka: I would love to.
A sad ballad plays as they embrace. They begin to sway together in cool, dark night and the sounds of the party inside disappear as they look into one another's eyes.
Luka: Megan, your footwork is amazing.
Megan: So is yours, my Luka.
