EXT. LAGOS METROPOLIS.

DAY

Establishing shot.

EXT. IMANI’S APARTMENT. DAY

A small estate with multiple apartment buildings close

together. It’s not exactly top of the line accommodation but
it isn’t low cost housing either.

IMANI (V.O.)
Dear diary. Whoever discovered
alcohol is either a genius... a
bastard. Or a genius bastard.

INT. IMANI’S APARTMENT. DAY

The apartment looks haphazard. There are used dishes in the

kitchen sink, the tap has been left half shut.

IMANI (V.O.)
I blame Oreva. She dragged me to a
party last night to mark my third
month in Lagos. According to her,
surviving this long in “Eko” is
worth commemorating. (It’s Oreva,
she’ll celebrate anything). And
that’s how I met HIM.

A trail of clothing leads from the sitting room to the...

INT. BEDROOM. DAY. CONTINOUS

Bed.

We see Imani(early 30’s, looks 25) bundled under a duvet,

snoring softly.

Her phone on the bedside table begins to ring. It’s Oreva.

Her best friend.

Imani reaches over without opening her eyes and ends the
call, groans when the phone immediately starts ringing again.

She grabs the phone, aggressively slides right.

IMANI
(Blearily) what??!!

OREVA (O.S.)
Imani, where are you?!
 2.

Imani opens her eyes, looks around.

IMANI
In my bed. You are disturbing my
sleep.

OREVA (O.S.)
Disturbing your sleep? Do you know
what the time is?

Imani squints at the small clock on the bedside table. It’s

almost noon. She groans.

IMANI
I don’t care. My head is pounding.

OREVA (O.S.)
Doh. I told you to slow down with
the martini’s last night.

IMANI
You did? I don’t remember.

OREVA (O.S.)
Well, I did. But did you listen?
Nooo! you just kept knocking back
shots and then you started dancing
with that cute boy...

IMANI
Uggghhh... I don’t dance.

OREVA (O.S.)
(Laughing) neither could he by the
looks of it. You both made quite
the spectacle. It was adorable and
terrifying at the same time.

IMANI
You are mean. Go away...

OREVA (O.S.)
I hope you took his number sha...
That is, before you passed out?
Wait, did you take him home?

IMANI
Ewww... No, of course not... what
do you take me for? Some kind of
skank...?

We hear it then; the sound of her toilet being flushed. Imani

stares at the bathroom door as a guy(30ish, tall, hot hunk)
steps through it and pauses mid-step.
 3.

Their eyes lock for a long beat.

OREVA (O.S.)
Imani? Hello??

Imani ignores the phone. The silence drags, awkward and heavy
with implications.

Hot Guy suddenly chuckles and relaxes.

JON
Finally. She wakes. I was beginning
to think of suitable places I could
hide a body, just in case.

Imani just stares, mouth slightly open.

JON (CONT'D)
Sorry... bad joke. Ermmm... my name
is Jon ...and I am just going to
grab my pants if you don’t mind.

Moving as slowly and as non-threateningly as possible, Jon

grabs his pants and quickly puts them on.

Still no response.

JON (CONT'D)
Ermm... hi? say something?

IMANI
(squeaking) W.. Who are you?

JON IMANI (CONT'D)

Well... i already told you... How did you get in my house?!
JON (CONT'D)
Wait, slow down. Okay? I am Jon and
you are “Imani” with the I.

IMANI
I know what my name is. What are
you doing in my house? In my room?!

JON
Well... you invited me. Last night?
Remember? We met at the party?
Danced a bit...

IMANI
I don’t...

Imani pauses, her mind connects the dots. She facepalms

herself.
 4.

IMANI (CONT'D)
Oh God!

Jon chuckles, picks up his shirt and pulls it on with the

cocky assurance of someone who has done it all before.

When his back is turned, Imani peeks under the covers and is
mortified by what she sees.

JON
You are a terrible dancer. Anybody
tell you that?

IMANI
(snippily) yeah? You are not Usher
either from what I've heard.
JON
Touche.

Jon sits on the bed, pulls on his shoes. Imani watches him
like a hawk, part embarrassment, part interest.

IMANI
Sorry... Jon? Did we...?

She can’t bring herself to say it. Jon chuckles.

JON
Did we? What? Do it? What do you
think?

IMANI
Oh God!!!

JON
(laughs) Relax. Nothing happened.
You were drunk as a skunk at the
party and we couldn’t find your
friend, so I drove you home. You
invited me up, wanted to talk...
threw up a little...

Imani collapses back into bed and covers her head with a
pillow in embarrassment. Jon is clearly enjoying this.

JON (CONT'D)
I had to clean you up of course.
Then you gave me a speech on what
it means to be a true 21st century
woman. It was inspiring, truly.

IMANI
Please leave. Just go.
 5.

JON
Woah! Hey, its nothing to be shy
about. Heaven knows I have had my
own share of drunk stories...

IMANI
Jon? Please leave.

Jon pauses, shrugs, grabs the rest of his stuff and heads
out. Stops at the door.

JON
Aren’t you going to take my number
or something?

IMANI
No.

JON
Okay. ermm... Take care Imani, with
an I.

Imani waits till she hears the front door open and close
before she jumps out of bed, duvet and all.

We see she is wearing cute Pajamas as she rushes to the front

door and bolts it. She then goes out to her balcony and peeks
down.

Jon exits the building, heads to his car, stops like he can
sense her stare, turns and blows her a kiss.

Imani rolls her eyes, leaves the balcony and heads inside,
looks at the mess that is her house.

She groans, goes back to bed. Discovers the call with Oreva
is still ongoing.

IMANI
(sighs) please tell me you didn’t
hear any of that.

OREVA
(laughing) I heard EVERYTHING!!!
Bad girl. Bad kitty.

IMANI
I hate you. Bye!

OREVA
I’m on my way, I want to laugh at
you to your face.
 6.

Imani ends the call. After a moment of consideration, she

takes a quick inventory of her stuff. Jewelry, underwear.
Everything seems to be in one piece.

IMANI (V.O.)
So that’s what happened. Thanks to
Oreva... and alcohol, I danced in
public(and I don’t dance), took a
hot guy home, threw up on him, and
then walked him out of my house as
a sign of my gratitude...

She heads for the bathroom. Opens the door, pauses...

IMANI (V.O.)
And the only thing I can think of,
asides if I am going to survive
this headache is...

She smiles and shakes her head and we see why...

IMANI (V.O.)
Do I call him now or later?

On the bathroom mirror, a huge THIS IS GOING TO BE HARD TO

WIPE OFF, SORRY. CALL ME? O8125581284 is scrawled across in
lipstick.