INT. PATIO RESTURANT – NIGHT
Jorge and Virginie sit outside, under one of those outdoor heat lamps.
VIRGINIE
I mean, I love him. And I love you. I don’t see why that should be a problem, or why you’re being such a jerk about this.
JORGE
It’s not a problem, but think about how pissed you’d be if-
Virginie unrolls her napkin, and the silverware inside clatters on the tabletop.
VIRGINIE
If what.
JORGE
If I told you I still love Veronica. Not ‘I’m still in love with her,’ even, just that I love her. From a distance.
VIRGINIE
Huh. (beat) You know, I kind of see what you’re saying. When I say ‘I love Henry,’ it’s like you saying ‘I love Veronica,’ to me.
JORGE
Yeah.
VIRGINIE
Huh!
JORGE
Look, babes-
VIRGINIE
So – so what, I shouldn’t feel that way?
JORGE
No, it’s just that maybe we shouldn’t talk about it. Like, maybe it hurts my feelings, a little bit.
VIRGINIE
Not talk about it. Not bring it up.
JORGE
Right. I mean, I don’t care, but it’s – I mean, if the question is what’s decent, then maybe – then maybe not, maybe don’t talk about it.
VIRGINIE
Okay. All right. Let me think about this for tonight, okay?
JORGE
Sure.
The waiter comes and deposits their plate of shirako tempura.
JORGE
What is this stuff, again?
VIRGINIE
You’ll like it.
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