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Café Bloom
(Scene opens on the image: LEO, mid-twenties, tousled brown hair, wearing a slightly rumpled but handsome blue shirt, and CLARA, also mid-twentyies, bright eyes and curly auburn hair, nestled into her coat. They're both smiling faintly.)
A mug here, a perfect little puddle of spilled coffee there - evidence of a night well spent. Outside the cozy cafe, ‘Le Petit Soleil’, the Paris rain has finallyeded, leaving behind a shimmering street and the lingering scent of croissants. Inside, Leo doesn’t notice he’s been staring at Clara’s hands for five minutes.”
“Just a bit tired,” he mumbles, taking a generous gulp of his hot chocolate.”
"Yes," agrees Clara, tilting her head, amused by his obviousness. She takes a sip of her Americano, perfectly brewed, naturally. They've known each other since their chaotic arrival in Paris six months ago—a whirlwind of language barriers, near disasters involving wine glasses, and a whole lot of charm.”
(Cut to earlier in the evening: A quick flashback. Leo, attempting to order dessert in French, stumbles overwords, nearly knocking over a waiter’s tray. Clues, a slight smile despite herself, as she catches the glass before it hits him.)
For weeks, they were simply roommates, sharing a tiny apartment crammed between a butcher shop and a particularly grumpy cat. But something started to bloom. Maybe it was the shared misery of not gettinging one’, or perhaps it was the undeniable spark when Leo actually managed to pronounce 'crème brûlée'.
Suddenly, a memory – a shot of them laughing, a little too loud, at a local market stall overflowing with peaches."
“(Sound bite: Happy chatter of the city, punctuated by laughter) ”
Back at the table, the camera focuses on their hands – fingers almost brushing as they reach for the same Mug of Earl Grey Tea.”
“Remember that time you tried to make breakfast?” Clara asks, her voice lighthearted, a hint of fondness in her gaze.”
“Don’t remind us!” Leo replies, grinning as he traces the rim of his mug. "Specifically, don’t remind us about the burnt toast."
(Quick cut back to the present – maybe a close up of a smudge of melted chocolate on Clara's cheek).
Now, everyone thinks they have it all figured out. The easy smiles, the comfortable silence, the way they always know which one to blame for the mess without even needing to speak...but then, the music fades during a quiet moment and they aren’t quite sure what to do.”
“She looks beautiful," Leo says quietly, meaning everything and nothing.
Clara glances down at her boots, cheeks flushed. “You think so?"
He nods, oblivious, turns to take another sip of his hot chocolate…and this time, his elbow bumps hers. Perfect.”
The camera zooms in on their hands, now undeniably connected. As if on cue, a delivery boy arrives with their coffees, a warm glow spreading across their faces.”
Final shot: Close up on the duo, relaxed and content, the sound of jazz drifting from inside Le Petit Soleil, the rain havinged, and the world feeling right.”
Fade to black.
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