BUS STOP.
BOY: You should start texting me.
GIRL: What?
BOY: You should send me an sms.
GIRL: I’m sorry, but do I know you?
BOY: All the more reason to text one another. We can get to know each other.
GIRL: (Looks around.)
BOY: What’s your number? Mine’s 016-
GIRL: Wait!
BOY: What?
GIRL: You can’t just approach anybody and start giving out your hand phone number.
BOY: My house number is 787-
GIRL: No!
BOY: What now?
GIRL: You can’t just give people your number! Mobile, office, home or anything.
BOY: Why not?
GIRL: It’s creepy and weird. I don’t even know you.
BOY: Won’t texting and calling each other help remedy that problem?
GIRL: Yeah, it will, maybe, I don’t know. You’re not following protocol that’s the problem.
BOY: There’s a procedure?
GIRL: You first introduce yourself. A name would be nice. Where you’re from, what you do. That sort of thing?
BOY: Oh.
GIRL: You don’t know this?
BOY: No, not really.
GIRL: So you just go up to random strangers and give them your numbers in the hopes of becoming friends?
BOY: Pretty much.
GIRL: Well, you can go away now.
PAUSE.
BOY: What’s yours?
GIRL: My what?
BOY: Your number.
GIRL: I’m not giving you my number.
BOY: But without it I can’t send you a text.
GIRL: That’s the idea. You’re bright.
BOY: It’ll be a good, I promise.
GIRL: What’ll be good?
BOY: The text I’ll send to you.
GIRL: What do you mean the text’ll be good.
BOY: The sms. The one that I’ll send to you when you give me your number; it’ll be deep and full of meaning with lots of deep and full of meaning stuff like wells and dictionaries.
GIRL: (STARES.) Go away.
BOY: See. The text’ll be funny too.
GIRL IGNORES.
Come on. Just give me the first few numbers.
GIRL: And what, might I ask are you going to do with just the first few numbers? Guess the rest?
BOY: Exactly.
GIRL: WHAT?
BOY: Can you please stop replying with “what?” all the time?
GIRL: You’ll guess?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: The other seven digits. You’ll guess them?
BOY: Yes.
GIRL: (STARES CURIOUSLY.) Zero one six.
BOY: Hmm this is going to be tough.
GIRL: Idiot.
BOY: Zero one six three one one five seven two two.
GIRL: How did you – Who set you up to this? – This is a prank.
BOY: The text’ll be shocking and surprising too. Full of wonder and mystery and-
GIRL: Shut up about the text. How did you guess my number?
BOY: I just strung a few digits together. So happened it was your number. Now will you text?
GIRL: So you just plucked seven random digits.
BOY: And it so happened to be your number, correct.
GIRL: How- the- probability would be -
BOY: It’s low.
GIRL: (REALIZATION.) Oh… you’re a mathematics person thingy aren’t you? You probably ran all the numbers and arrived at a conclusion or something like that didn’t you?
BOY: No. I’m not a mathematics person thingy.
GIRL: Then how in the world did you get my number right?
BOY: Luck. Chance. Fate. Destiny.
GIRL: Bullshit.
BOY: Look. Does it matter? Does it really matter how I guessed your number correctly?
GIRL: Yes.
BOY: Why?
GIRL: Cause it is!
BOY: I thought you would be different.
GIRL: In comparison to what?
BOY: Other girls.
GIRL: You do this to other girls as well?
BOY: Look! I like you okay? So I thought I’d just come over and get your number. But – never mind.
BOY GETS UP AND WHISTLES AS THOUGH HAILING FOR TRANSPORT.
GIRL: Wait. Where are you going.
A BUS STOPS. BOY GETS ON. BUS LEAVES.
CURTAIN.
END.
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