Daydreamer

Hi.

Hi.

Can I, can I sit down?

Or are you, are you waiting for someone?

No, yes, no, I'm not waiting for anyone.

Yeah, you can sit down.

Oh hey, sorry.

Clinton.

I'm Casey.

I saw you staring at me.

Oh, yeah.

Uh, sorry, it's just um,

you seem sort of out of place here, you know?

Okay.

No, I mean, I'm serious.

Why are you here by yourself?

Just came here to have a drink.

- There are a million places in the city to have a drink.

And no one even comes here,

I can't believe you even found it.

This would be my last choice if you know,

I was a pretty girl.

Well what are you doing here?

Don't know.

I like it here.

I like the people.

Are you serious?

There's got to be better people in any bar

in the entire world.

Better?

Well.

Classier.

- Trust me, I've been to more than my share

of those places, okay?

When you go to those places you aren't meeting

people at their truest state.

Why would you wanna do that?

- They've got on their favorite designer jeans and

drench themselves in their smelliest cologne and

draw on their fakest smile and...

You can't even have a conversation with those people

because as soon you're looking in the mirror...

I don't know if I buy it.

Okay?

Um...

So what do you do?

I'm a spy.

Okay, look.

Shh.

You don't have to tell me, it's fine.

But, how am I supposed to get to know you?

Why would you wanna do that?

You seem interesting.

All right, well, I was born in Hawaii

on a um, on a pineapple farm

where I spent most of my earlier years you know,

running wild with the natives in the rainforests.

I went off to college.

So what'd you study?

Uh, law.

And, uh, and medicine, so.

- So that way in case any of your patients ever filed

a lawsuit, then you'd be covered because--

Yep.

Right.

- So, uh, do you feel like you know me now?

Yeah.

- Yeah, well, what were you gonna do once you left here?

I was probably uh, just gonna go home.

- Oh well, you know maybe I could get your number

so I could call you.

- You know, I was just gonna go watch a movie.

Maybe you'd like to come?

Oh, uh, I don't know.

What movie is it?

Why?

- Well because, you know, I don't know if I wanna go

if it's a movie I've seen already.

- We'll make sure it's something new for both of us.

Okay.

I think I can do that.

Okay, good.

Uh uh.

Take off your clothes.

Wrong number.

Clinton?

Who is this?

It's me.

Casey.

We met last night.

Do you remember me?

Uh yeah, of course.

How did you get my number?

Quit joking.

Are you serious?

You wrote it on that piece of paper that you left

on top of my dresser.

Did I wake you up?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to say I'd really love

to see you again tonight.

You what?

- I'd like to see you again tonight.

I mean, unless you're too busy spying.

No.

Great.

Then I'll come by after work.

I don't know, maybe around seven?

What, no?

I'll be right there.

Clinton, I'm so sorry, I've got to run.

But I'll see you tonight okay?

What?

Oh, you like her.

Met her at the mall today.

She asked me if I knew any good spots around

here to go party.

I told her, "Sweetheart.

"God must be looking out for you

"'cause I know just the place."

Hello?

Clint, you son of a bitch.

Shane.

- Who else would be calling you asshole?

Hey, are you, are you out?

I mean, when did you get out?

This morning.

Where are you staying?

Eh, you know, at my mom's house.

You still at that same shithole?

Uh yeah.

Yeah.

It's good to hear from you Shane.

A whole fucking year man.

Yeah, fuck.

- So how come you stopped visiting me?

- Hey, I'm sorry, I wanted to it's just, uh--

Yeah, yeah I understand, man.

You're a fuckin' asshole.

Listen, I gotta talk to you about something.

I'm coming by tomorrow.

What?

- I'll talk to you about it tomorrow.

Yeah, just come by.

Hi.

I like your place.

It's cute.

Hey, uh, how did you get my address?

How drunk were you last night?

You wrote it next to your phone number.

You left it by my dresser.

I did?

Mhm.

You know, it was really nice of you to do that.

Most guys would have left without leaving me

any way to get in touch with them.

Sort of like a um, one night stand.

You know?

Wait.

Shit.

This is Casey Green.

Yeah, it's Clinton.

Hey you.

Good morning.

Did you get any sleep?

Hey, what'd you do to my apartment?

What did I do to your apartment?

- Look, I don't care if you cleaned up the place,

but you threw away things that were important.

What things?

I don't understand.

What, you don't understand?

What don't you understand?

Hang on.

Faster Fixer.

You don't need lots of money to take legal action.

Hi, so uh, what were you saying?

Look, don't throw away my shit.

Clinton, I am so sorry.

I'm really busy, but listen, I didn't do anything

to your apartment.

Hello?