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FADE IN:
INT. ALEX'S OFFICE - DAY
ALEX (A meticulous professional in their late 20s/early 30s, currently nursing a mysterious injury) clutches their forearm, wincing. A small, fresh bite mark is visible on their skin.
ALEX
Owe. Something bit me.
The door SWINGS open and CASEY (A charmingly chaotic individual in their late 20s/early 30s, seemingly determined to annoy Alex) strides in, a mischievous glint in their eye.
CASEY
Maybe it was a raccoon.
ALEX
It was not a raccoon.
Casey leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on their lips.
CASEY
Okay, then what was it?
ALEX
I don't know.
CASEY
Then how do you know it wasn't a raccoon? Raccoons bite, you know.
Alex rubs their temples, the pain and Casey's presence clearly a headache.
ALEX
I don't know what it was, but I know that it wasn't a raccoon. Okay?
CASEY
But you don't know.
Alex throws their hands up in exasperation, spotting Casey properly for the first time.
ALEX
Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?
Casey pushes off the doorframe, walking further into the tidy office, looking around at the neatly stacked papers.
CASEY
Wow, and now you're seeing Jesus. First invisible raccoons, now visions of Christ. I think
somebody needs to go see a doctor.
ALEX
No, you! What are you doing here?
ALEX (CONT'D)
And there was no invisible raccoon.
CASEY
So, you admit raccoons are real.
Alex stares at Casey, utterly dumbfounded.
ALEX
I never said raccoons weren't real. Of course raccoons are real.
Casey beams triumphantly.
CASEY
I knew it. Bit by a raccoon.
Alex slumps in their chair, defeated, letting out a long sigh.
ALEX
Fine. Yes, I was bit by a raccoon, okay?
CASEY
Thank you. That's all I was trying to say.
Alex groans, rubbing their eyes vigorously.
ALEX
You make my head hurt.
CASEY
Least it took your mind off of your raccoon bite.
Alex snaps their head up, a flicker of indignation in their eyes.
ALEX
I don't have a raccoon bite.
Casey winks, then points to the healing mark on Alex's arm.
CASEY
Yeah, not anymore. And you're welcome for that.
Alex straightens up, attempting to regain some professional composure. They gesture vaguely towards the door.
ALEX
Is there a purpose for your visit today?
Casey walks over to a small side table where a decorative ceramic bowl of wrapped candies sits.
CASEY
Just trying to bring sunshine into your life, darling.
ALEX
Fabulous. You've done that. You can go now.
Casey picks up a piece of candy, examining it as if it holds ancient secrets.
CASEY
Okey-dokey. Are these candies here for everybody?
ALEX
Well, they're supposed to be for clients, but you can have one.
Casey nods, then, without breaking eye contact, scoops up the entire bowl of candy, cradling it like a precious artifact.
CASEY
Okay, thank you.
Casey turns to leave, the bowl clutched like a trophy. Alex's eyes narrow.
ALEX
I said one.
Casey pauses at the doorway, turning back with a wide, innocent smile.
CASEY
Yeah, there was only one bowl. It's the only one I took. Really think you need to see a
doctor soon. Something's going wrong with your noggin.
Casey exits, leaving Alex seething and rubbing their forehead.
FADE OUT.