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JIMMY: (Takes a deep breath.) Excuse me?

LUCY: (Not realizing who it is.) Yes?

(She looks at him.)

 Oh! (Embarrassed about over-reacting:) I mean...hi.

(Lucy turns around with a look of utter embarrassment.)

JIMMY: Hi, my name's Jimmy. It's Lucy, right?

(Lucy whips around, excited that he know her name.)

LUCY: Yeah. Jimmy, don't you like to... (Realizes this sounds creepy but has to finish the sentence:) read? (Trying to change the subject:) Oh, are you looking for Chef? He just left and I don't think he'll be back for a while

JIMMY: I think I'm in the wrong building.

LUCY: Oh, I'm sorry. This is the culinary building—what are you looking for?

JIMMY: Uh...the student center...?

LUCY: You don't know where the student center is?

(Beat.)

The building next to the library?

JIMMY: Oh...is there only one?

LUCY: Yeah.

JIMMY: Oh, my bad.

LUCY: No biggie.

JIMMY: (Deep breath.) So, you're in the foods program?

LUCY: What? Oh, (A little flustered, plays with her hair:) yeah. I am.

JIMMY: That's really cool. I can't cook to save my life, or anybody else's for that matter.

LUCY: I'm sure you can. You just don't know the tricks.

JIMMY: Maybe you could...give me a lesson some time? You know, as long as your boyfriend wouldn't have a problem with that...

LUCY: (Caught off-guard:) Oh no, uhm...no boyfriend.

JIMMY: Oh.

LUCY: Yeah.

JIMMY: So, are you free tonight?

LUCY: Yeah! I mean, uh...yeah. I mean I was just going to— hey, how about I just cook something for the two of us?

JIMMY: You would do that?

LUCY: Yeah sure, but I'm not sure if we could do it here

JIMMY: Well, I would invite you to my place but unless you can whip something up using ramen and a spork...

LUCY: Why don't you just come over to my place? (Awkward silence.) I'm guessing you'll want my address then. Uhm...I live near campus.

(Lucy pulls out a piece of paper and pen from her backpack very awkwardly, writes her number on it, and hands it to Jimmy.)

Here's my number—text me?

JIMMY: Sounds good. See you then, wait...when's then?

LUCY: Oh...eight?

JIMMY: Well, see ya'

(Jimmy exits.)

LUCY: Bye... (Sighs and then to herself:) Eeepp!

(Blackout.)