INT. MURPHY'S DINER - DAY

JOEY and CLARICE walk into the diner, selecting a table by the window. The waiter, dark-haired and handsome in his early thirties, approaches them.

WAITER

Hey - Joey Potter. You're not on until tonight.

JOEY

I know, Sean. Strictly customers this morning - our first class is cancelled.

SEAN

Well, it's our pleasure to have you girls in here.

(To Clarice)

Clarice.

CLARICE

(Shyly)

Hi Sean.

SEAN

So, what can I get you?

JOEY

I'll have a couple of poached eggs and some toast.

SEAN

And, Clarice, let me guess. Pancakes.

CLARICE

Blueberry pancakes. You got it.

SEAN

Okay. Two coffees?

Both girls nod.

SEAN

I'll be right back.

CLARICE leans over the whisper to JOEY.

CLARICE

He is so cute!

JOEY

I know. It's that Irish American look about him. He looks like he ought to be in one of those pop groups.

CLARICE

What, like U2?

JOEY

(Defiantly)

Not U2! They're a classic act. He looks as though he ought to be in one of those groups that appeal to, shall we say, younger teens.

CLARICE

Well, I'm just happy I've not got any competition.

JOEY

Clarice. I work here - remember? And he's like, at least ten years older than either of us.

CLARICE

Oh come on Joey. We're not high school girls anymore.

JOEY

No, we're not.

She stares thoughtfully out of the window.