Lemon Sorbet

 ACT I

It is evening. She stands on the outside of a railing of a bridge. Her legs hang in the air, and the light wind plays with the end of her dress. Beneath it, the river gushes, full of darkness, but also full of beauty. The moon brightens the waves and her face. She is dreamy)

"Miss..."

(He slowly approaches her. He speak cautiously)

"Please... Get out of there."

(She tries to answer, but is interrupted by his words)

"I'm sure there's a better solution."

(She understands his confusion. He is about to burst with laughter, but decides to play with him. She acquires the most serious look she is able to make)

"No, I don't think so..."

"Please... there is always another way out."

"Not for me. Not anymore!"

"I'm sure that's not true. What's your name?"

"Does the name of a potential dead man matter?"

"Come on, don't say that. I'm Alain."

"Like Alain Delon?"

"Yes, like Alain Delon? What about you?"

"Anna..."

  (He reaches out to her)

"What a lovely name!" "Come on, Anna... Hold my hand, and I promise I will take you home. Or to some nice place. Are you hungry? Make a wish whatever you want. Anything!

(Just then she looks at his features.) He looks a few years older than her. His face radiates certainty. He is dressed stylishly and elegantly, but his palms show that he is not of rich origin, but has worked to get what he wants. The more she looks at it, the more she realizes an amazing but simple truth - that she begins to fall in love!)

"A lemon sorbet..."

"Pardon?"

"I’d like a... lemon sorbet."

(This answer surprises him.)

"All right, let it be a lemon sorbet. I know the best ice saloon in town. Just get down."

"I'm scared!"

"Don't be scared. Just reach out and hold me."

(She pretends to be scared. She does what he  asks her. Their fingers merge, she stands up, jumps over the railing and he pulls her towards him. For a while they look into each other’s eyes, embraced.)

"Come on... let's go get that lemon sorbet, a?

(End of act I)

ACT II

(They walk down the street, each holding a glass of lemon sorbet and talk to each other.)

"Why after Alain Delon?"

"My mother was madly in love with him." She bitterly regretted not being born anywhere else. That fate didn't choose her to be a rich model or actress, or anything that would allow her to meet him. She said if she had a chance, a single chance, she would win him. Poor man, he hardly realizes how many women's hearts he had broken