(Starbucks on 42nd Street. ISAAC walks in, sees the long line of tourists waiting to order, and turns around to leave. It’s for the best, anyway. A WOMAN stops him on his way to the door.)
WOMAN: Do you like my sunglasses?
(Beat.)
ISAAC: Yes, I do.
WOMAN: You do?
ISAAC: Actually, yeah, I do. They look good.
WOMAN: (putting them on) How do they look on?
ISAAC: Very nice!
WOMAN: Yeah, do you really like them?
ISAAC: I do, yes!
WOMAN: OK, great. Thank you!
ISAAC: You’re welcome!
FIN.
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