EXT. HOXTON SQUARE, LONDON – DAY
Slick spiky haired Vanda stands slouches on the shoulder of geeky blonde Rick on the edge of a busy green square. They are eyeing up an older boy standing outside a bar across the road.
VANDA: That’s the guy right there.
RICK: You can’t go round picking random boys.
VANDA: One guy not boy Rick. And he’s not random if I chose him.
RICK: You know what I mean.
VANDA: Dark, good looking and yes he is a little mean. It’s what a girl likes that counts.
RICK: Classic serial killer.
VANDA: That’s the guy I tell you.
RICK: How can he be the one?
VANDA: I didn’t say that.
RICK: Question, Is he the dreamboat or not?
VANDA: That guy is a good a bet as anyone.
RICK: You don’t know a single thing about him.
VANDA: No one knows anything about anyone until they get to know them.
RICK: He’s too old.
VANDA: Girls go mature before they go toy. He looks about 20.
RICK: He’s definitely done it.
VANDA: I may have done it.
RICK: Why can’t you find someone your own age?
VANDA: Oh purrleaze, I don’t know anyone but you.
RICK: Shit, that’s Mr Harris, he’s coming towards us.
They run in the opposite direction.
EXT. ARNOLD SQUARE, HOXTON – DAY
RICK: Let’s not skip school tomorrow.
VANDA: I didn’t mean you’re not worth going out with you know.
RICK: I don’t think Mr Harris saw us.
VANDA: Rick, I just want you to know…
RICK: I don’t want to talk about it Vanda.