Ruby and Mitch int. circus tent RUBY and MITCH (two teenagers, perhaps no more than 17) are standing around a roped-off area; above them a group of aerialists perform dazzling tricks on silks and ropes. RUBY is wearing eclectic clothing; her socks are wildly mismatched and her linen jacket is wrinkled but well-cared for. MITCH is more pristine, the lines of his careful button-down neatly pressed. They are standing close enough to each other to suggest comfort and tension, but far enough from each other to suggest embarrassment. After a moment of silence: Mitch I - I, uh - I’m sorry, I didn’t mean Ruby No, no, it’s fine, I shouldn’t have Mitch I just... Kenna told me that you Ruby Well, you know Kenna. She’s always saying Mitch Yeah, but this time... she said something about you and Ruby What? Mitch Uh, just that, you know... That you wouldn’t mind being kissed. Ruby Well, she was right -
12 Pillars of Salt
