Script Draft #2

INT. BEDROOM – DAY

RUBY browses through dressing room draws. Hunts through bundles of clothes.


                            RUBY (GROANING)
                         How can it not be here?


RUBY slams draw shut. Scavenges through next draw down fishing the purple scarf from on top and throws across the room. Scarf floats through the air. RUBY races across the room to a closet. The door creaks on its hinges. RUBY grabs random clothing and holds it up against her body in the long mirror.

                          RUBY (SIGHING)
                        That will have to do.

The digital clock on the bedside table then ticks on 20 minutes. RUBY is sat a dressing table applying perfume, body lotion and make-up. RUBY proceeds to pick out a nail varnish, choosing a deep purple.





EXT. STREET – DAY



RUBY saunters down the street. 

                          RUBY (VO)
It takes a lot of effort to look good. Sometimes too much effort, but it has to be done. I know guys notice me; I mean why else would they be staring? My make-up is never smudged, I mean never! That is just a no. I like to describe myself as fabulously contemporary. If I don’t keep up with trend then no one can. Not to be rude to others but I believe that I create the ‘In-Styles’ I always wear the latest fashions first.



RUBY suddenly freezes as she unexpectedly notices a familiar face. One that she has not seen in years, also a face she did not want to see. The mystery male stares at her filling the space between them with undying tension.