
4:45 p.m.
Pete is ragging off some grease from his hands when he
notices a CAB pull up to the front of the garage. The
beautiful blonde steps out of the cab and comes up to him.

Pete's heart races - she smiles at him.

Alice: Hi. I'm Alice Wakefield.
Pete: Pete Dayton.
Alice: I was here yesterday.
Pete: Yeah, I remember.
Alice: How would you like to take me to dinner?
Pete (laughs uncomfortably): I don't know.

Alice: Ok, then I'll take you to dinner.
Pete: Look, I don't think it's a good idea.
Alice: Where's your phone? I have to call another taxi.
Alice: Yes, I need a taxi at Arnie's Auto Repair, the corner of Fifth and...
Pete has walked over. He takes the telephone out of her hand.
Pete (into phone): We won't be needing a cab, thanks anyway.
Alice: Why don't we just skip dinner?