After the night’s fight ๐Ÿ˜ค, Larry calls Sharra ๐Ÿ“ž and plans dinner with Brooke ๐Ÿฝ️, but Bethany shows up at the table ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ‘€. Read More

  

“DINNER INTERRUPTED” ๐Ÿฝ️✨





INT. UPSCALE RESTAURANT – NIGHT

Soft jazz music hums in the background. The restaurant glows under warm amber lights. Couples laugh softly over candlelit tables.

LARRY, mid-30s, nervous but trying to stay composed, sits beside BROOKE, elegant and confident. She flashes him a calm, knowing smile.

BROOKE
(whispering, reassuring)
Larry, breathe. It’s dinner, not a negotiation. Just be yourself.

LARRY
(smirks weakly)
Yeah… I just hope it stays drama-free this time.

Brooke chuckles and sips her wine. The door opens. SHARRA, stylish and composed, walks in, scanning the room. Larry stands, nervous smile plastered on his face.

LARRY
(awkwardly cheerful)
Sharra! You made it.

SHARRA
(faint smile, guarded)
You said dinner and conversation. I’m holding you to that.

They sit. The waiter approaches with menus. The atmosphere is polite… maybe too polite.

BROOKE
(cheerful, breaking tension)
So, how’s work treating you, Sharra? Still conquering the world one project at a time?

SHARRA
(smiling faintly)
Something like that. Busy… but good.

Larry relaxes a little. They start chatting lightly, laughter sneaking into the edges of conversation. For a moment, the tension melts.

Larry lifts his glass—

LARRY
(toasting softly)
To moving past awkward nights—

The restaurant doors open again.

A hush falls.

BETHANY, confident and radiant, steps in. Her eyes immediately find the table.

LARRY
(under his breath)
Oh no… not tonight.

BROOKE’s smile falters slightly.

BETHANY
(sweetly, with a mischievous edge)
Hi, everyone… am I interrupting something?

A beat.

BROOKE
(polite but tight)
Uh… a little unexpected, but—sure, join us if you’d like.

LARRY
(stammering, trying to stay diplomatic)
We were just… having a calm dinner. But, uh, you’re welcome to sit.

Bethany slides gracefully into a seat opposite Sharra. The air thickens.

BETHANY
(softly teasing)
So, was this your dinner plan… or did I crash the party?

SHARRA
(flatly, without looking up)
Let’s see how this goes.

Larry gulps. Brooke forces a light laugh.

BROOKE
(trying to lift the mood)
Bethany, I heard about your new project—really impressive!

BETHANY
(smirking)
Thanks. Seems like I’m getting everyone’s attention tonight.

Larry laughs nervously, swirling his drink.

LARRY
(trying to steady the energy)
Okay, okay… let’s keep it light, yeah? Food first, drama later.

The waiter arrives with steaming plates. Conversation grows cautious but charged—each word carefully chosen.

Bethany’s playful tone contrasts Sharra’s measured calm. Brooke mediates with grace, deflecting tension with charm.

BROOKE
(whispering to Larry)
Stay calm. Maybe toss in a joke. Humor beats chaos every time.

Larry nods, takes a deep breath.

LARRY
(grinning, breaking the ice)
So… who wants to start with dessert first?
I mean, chocolate fixes everything, right? ๐Ÿซ

A soft laugh spreads around the table—first Brooke, then Sharra, then reluctantly… Bethany.

For a moment, peace returns.

LATER – THE END OF DINNER

Empty plates, quiet chatter. The storm has passed.

SHARRA
(smiling faintly, almost surprised)
Not bad. Surprisingly… manageable.

BROOKE
(grinning, triumphant)
Told you—stay calm, have a strategy. Works every time.

LARRY
(relieved, quietly to himself)
Next time… I’m planning a backup table. Just in case.

They all share a soft laugh as the camera pulls back, the restaurant lights glowing gently in the background.

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