ANNA: (Late 20s) Anxious, always running late.
BEN: (Late 20s) Anna's patient roommate, a little too calm.
SETTING:
A cluttered living room. One sofa, a coffee table covered in mail, and a single, frantic ANNA. The front door is upstage right.
(The lights come up on ANNA, frantically tossing sofa cushions. BEN enters from the kitchen, sipping tea.)
ANNA
(Panicked)
They're gone, Ben. Absolutely, unequivocally gone.
BEN
(Calmly)
"They" being the keys to the universe? Or just the car keys you lost yesterday?
ANNA
The car keys, obviously! I have that interview in twenty minutes.
(She throws a cushion across the room.)
I've checked the sofa, the kitchen, my jacket pocket three times.
BEN
(Taking a sip of tea)
Did you check the key hook by the door?
ANNA
(Scoffs)
Of course I did. First place I looked.
BEN
(He walks to the door, points.)
And this is the key hook, yes?
ANNA
(Stops, stares at the hook)
Yes. And they're not there.
BEN
(He reaches out and plucks a set of keys from the hook.)
Are you sure?
(ANNA rushes over, snatched the keys, a wave of relief washing over her face.)
ANNA
Oh. Right.
BEN
(Smiling faintly)
Right. Now go ace that interview.
ANNA
(Already halfway out the door)
Thanks, Ben! Don't clean up my mess!
(ANNA exits. BEN sighs, takes another sip of tea, and picks up a cushion.)
(FADE OUT)
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