Das wollte ich schon immer mal machen. Hab ich gestern Nacht. Mjam. Also, Erdbeeren & Schampus, nicht Julia Roberts auf dem Hollywood Boulevard aufgelesen, auch wenn ich das auch schon immer mal machen wollte.
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A chime goes off to indicate there’s someone at the door.

EDWARD
Champagne.

He starts to sit up. Vivian motions for him to stay put.

VIVIAN
Hey. I might as well make myself useful.

Edward sits back down. Vivian waltzes up the steps and opens the front door. A WAITER comes into the room with a silver cart; on it is a bucket of champagne and a covered bowl.

WAITER
Where would you like it?

VIVIAN
Where would we like it?

EDWARD
Where would we like it? Here’ll be fine.

The Waiter carries it down the steps and sets it in the middle of the living room. He turns and heads back up the stairs and pauses near Vivian, staring. Vivian stares back at him.

VIVIAN
What are you looking at?

The Waiter glances away uncomfortably and exits. Vivian closes the door behind him. Vivian marches back down the stairs.

EDWARD
I think he wanted you to tip him.

VIVIAN
Tsk. Excuse me, I didn’t think he had change for a hundred.

Edward crosses to the silver stand. Vivian watches with interest as he twirls the champagne bottle in the ice bucket.

VIVIAN (cont’d)
You have a wife? Girlfriend?

EDWARD
I have both.

Edward lifts the bottle out. He deftly pops the cork on the bottle without losing a drop of champagne.

VIVIAN
Where are they? Shopping together?

EDWARD
They should be. They’re both good
at it.

Edward pours the champagne into a single long stemmed glass and hands one to Vivian.

EDWARD (cont’d)
My ex-wife lives in London in what used to be my home. My girlfriend is in New York moving out of my apartment even as we speak. Cheers.

He drinks, nods approvingly.

EDWARD
It’s a very good year.

VIVIAN
Oooh, thank god.

Edward laughs softly. She sips it. To her surprise, really likes it. Edward lifts a lid on a silver bowl to reveal a dozen enormous strawberries.

EDWARD
Try a strawberry.

VIVIAN
Why?

EDWARD
Because they bring out the flavor of the champagne.

VIVIAN
Jesus, you act like you’re seducing some Valley girl you picked up in a dance club.

EDWARD
Vivian… the meter’s running… cooperate.

A moment. She slowly eats a strawberry. The juice of it stains her lips. Her eyes are like smoke as she takes a sensuous sip of champagne, licks away the stain of the strawberry. His eyes haven’t left her.