Something Borrowed Page #4
Kat smiles, relieved.
INT. CABIN - PLANE
The mystery man is NICK MERCER, 32, commanding and classy,
yet somehow totally genuine. He carries his ’40s-crooner
good looks like he has no idea that men just aren’t made that
way anymore.
Nick takes two glasses of champagne from the blushing Female
Flight Attendant.
NICK:
Thank you, Lisa.
He turns around to take his seat and finds Kat standing
there, awkwardly.
KAT:
Hi. Hey.
NICK:
Kat.
Nick kisses Kat warmly on the cheek and hands her a glass of
champagne. Nick’s totally at ease. This may as well be a
candle-lit bar.
NICK (CONT’D)
Let’s sit.
Kat awkwardly negotiates her drink as they take their seats.
KAT:
I’m glad you found it okay. The
airport. The plane, I mean.
Nick notices Kat’s anxiety, tries to settle her.
NICK:
I really am sorry I couldn’t leave
earlier. I know you would have
loved a few hours to settle in
before the party.
Kat melts a little. That’s just what she was thinking.
KAT:
Nick gives Kat a quizzical look. There’s something going on
here. Though it’s not clear what. Kat fills the space.
KAT (CONT’D)
I’ve gotta warn you, you know those
families where everyone’s out of
their minds but at the end of the
day, they’re family, so you love
them?
(off his nod)
Mine’s not like that.
The Flight Attendant appears with a small tray. Kat notices
the woman’s cheeks flush as she fumbles Nick’s drink.
Nick smiles warmly, but deftly ends the moment. He’s like a
famous person who has learned to manage his adoring fans with
casual grace.
KAT (CONT’D)
I love my dad. But since he’s my
stepdad, he’s technically not
family. He’s more like a hostage.
Kat tries to find her seat belt. It’s under Nick.
She reaches beneath him, tentatively, then pulls back,
embarrassed.
KAT (CONT’D)
My seat belt, it’s....
Nick pulls out the seat belt and hands it to her. Kat
buckles up, checks that it’s snug, then checks again.
They sit in silence as the plane starts barreling down the
runway.
As they pick up speed, Nick takes Kat’s hand. She finds
comfort in his touch, her need to talk abates momentarily.
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