If Lattes were Air Fares: A short film

INT   STARBUCKS DOWNTOWN VANCOUVER    EVENING

Two people stand in line at a well lit, clean Starbucks. Micheline, a third year University student and aspiring actor is behind the counter. JACK, the first customer, dressed in a ski jacket taps his foot impatiently as Micheline approaches him from across the counter.

JACK

I've got a bus to catch. Can I get a Vente Latte quickly please?

MICHELINE

Certainly sir, where are you from?

JACK

West Vancouver. But I was born in Halifax, just flew back from there actually.

MICHELINE

That will be $3.50 please

Jack pays and already sipping his latte turns and heads out of the store. CLARE, the next customer in line, approaches. He's dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. He is very very pale.

CLARE

Wow, it's a scorcher today.

MICHELINE (puzzled)

It's only 8 degrees out.

CLARE

Yeah, I know. I don't know how you stand it. Listen, can I get a latte? That big one. (points)

MICHELINE

Certainly sir. Where are you from?

CLARE

Arctic Bay. Its at the North end of Baffin Island. In Nunavut.

Micheline consults a list taped next to the cash register.

MICHELINE.

Arctic Bay... Arctic Bay.  Ah yes, here it is. That will be fifty-two dollars and fifty cents please.

CLARE

Okay. Here you go.

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