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Under a partly-cloudy sky, a wide and sandy beachfront and parking area. A jogger runs from the right, while at left a couple walks a large dog.
A title: What happens While
Emerging from a white sedan, a man with a trim, reddish-brown beard holds a phone to his ear and pulls a briefcase out of the car.
Wearing a dark suit, his tie loose at the collar, he exchanges his briefcase for a striped cloth bag from the trunk.
He glances toward the beach, pulls sunglasses from his coat’s vest pocket, and puts them on.
A title: James, The Businessman. Now, looking at his phone, he steps along the beachfront.
A piece of clothing and a towel lie in the sand. James lies back, naked from the waist up. He rubs his eyes then fingers the sand.
He looks side to side.
He looks around himself.
James stands, and wearing gray swim trunks, strolls toward the water but turns away and trudges on the sand several paces. Finally, he turns back.
He looks to both sides then moves on.
He dons his shirt.
Next, in his suit but without the tie, James strolls a tree-lined walkway. Then, he climbs up a hill along a sandy path bordered by bushes and dry scrub.
Now, a man taps the side of a coffee cup.
He looks up and grins.
He shakes his head.
he traces the lid of his cup with a finger. In a tank top and with a gold chain around his neck, the man has a salt-and-pepper beard and straggly, wind-blown hair.
Removing the coffee cup lid, he sips from his coffee.
Rick, The retiree.
Seated in a chair between two other chairs, he puts down the lid while tapping his right foot swiftly. Behind him, foliage and tall trees.
He puts down the cup and claps his hands before retrieving a phone from his pocket.
He scrolls through contacts and selects "Craig Anderson".
Shakes his head.
Looks up and side to side. Knits his eyebrows.
Moves his right hand back and forth.
He looks around.
Glancing to each side, Rick strolls along a concrete walkway, his coffee cup still on a bench.
Next, with foliage in the background, a young woman with long, curly, red hair sits at a laptop and papers. She brings a pencil end to her lips.
Jess, The student.
She rummages through her papers.
Jess looks to both sides and up.
Jess gathers her things.
In a jacket and scarf, Jess steps up an embankment past tall grasses. Turns abruptly, then continues on.
Now, Jess, Rick, and James, all looking to the sky and around, meet on a stretch of sand.
All three glance up and about, quizzical looks on their faces.
James nods.
His finger sways like a metronome.
Rick nods.
Rick shrugs and shakes his head. Jess shakes her head.
Arms outspread.
James and Rick turn and step away.
Jess joins them. Their figures are tiny against the stretch of sand and foliage beyond.
A woman on a phone, hanging laundry.
No, I couldn’t. I have to finish, really. She looks up. No. What are you talking about. Of cours yes, our luggage is ready. She looks arround.
Listen, I cannot talk right now. I have to leave you.
Zoe, the next one.