// 11 PM. A Toyota Prius. JONATHON is in the driver’s seat. ALICE is in the back seat.
JONATHON: You know, you’re one of the most silent people I’ve ever driven. And I’ve been driving for almost a year now.
ALICE: Oh, um… Sorry?
JONATHON: Nah, don’t be. I’m just making an observation is all.
JONATHON: You look very pensive. What with your head resting on the window and all. Very dramatic.
ALICE: Laughs. I guess you’re right.
JONATHON: I can tell you’ve got a lot going on in your head. See, you and I must be very different. When I’ve got a lot going on in my head, I just let it all out. Even when there’s nothing in my head, I just talk and talk and talk. My friends can never get me to shut up!
ALICE: Laughs. Yeah, that’s the opposite of me.
Both are silent for a bit. JONATHON waits, hoping ALICE will continue.
ALICE: I guess for me, the thoughts kind of get stuck in my head.
JONATHON: Like you can’t find the words?
ALICE: Like I can’t find the right words.
JONATHON: Well why do you need the right words? Any words will do! Doesn’t it feel better to just get it all out there?
ALICE: Probably? I don’t know, it just doesn’t come naturally to me.
JONATHON: Let’s practice then! Come on! Tell me what’s on your mind.
ALICE shifts in her seat.
JONATHON: I mean, of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just figured I’d let you try. And I’m naturally pretty nosy. I just like knowing what’s going on with people is all.
ALICE: I think I’m in love with my girlfriend.
JONATHON: Hey, that’s great!
ALICE: But, uh, I think she has someone else in her heart.
JONATHON: Like, she’s cheating?
ALICE: No, no. She wouldn’t do that. I just… Sometimes it feels like… I don’t know, she doesn't think about me.
ALICE: Yeah. But she occupies my head constantly. I just feel like I’ll never get that space in her heart. And it just feels so unfair. Like, I’m always loving people more than they’ll love me.
JONATHON: Well… I admire that you have a lot of love to give.
ALICE: Don’t you think I’ll run out one day?
JONATHON: I should hope not. (beat) Okay, sorry to cut you off like this, but this is your building?
ALICE: Yup, this is me. Thanks.
ALICE starts climbing out of the car.
JONATHON: Cool. Good luck with everything.
ALICE: Thanks, you too. Have a good night.
ALICE starts closing the door, but pauses.
ALICE: You know, it’s a lot easier to talk to people when they’re not staring right at you.
JONATHON: Laughs. Yeah, I guess that’s true.
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I had to write a little bit of dialogue for a class back in October, and I woke up this morning with a strong desire to post it here. It's so weird how posting things on the internet for no one to see has become very therapeutic for me.