Act. II., Sc. 3: Remembering

Pat approaches the window, looks down and smiles. 

Pat: You remember the bike, do you?

Pedro: How could I forget it? It was the ride of my life.

He smiles wistfully. Charlie looks at him then at the bike.

Charlie: It looks just like yours.

Pedro: Oh, but it’s definitely not like mine.

Pat (surprised): You still ride?

Charlie;  What do you mean?

Pedro: Every chance I get.

Charlie (shaking her head): I’m just going to go back to the table and have my beer.


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