JANA’S Apartment. Michael is sleeping on the doormat, Jana opens the door and nearly trips on him.
Jana: What the hell? 
Michael: (groggily) Wha-is it morning?
Jana: Yes, dumb ass, it is.
Michael: Good morning.
Jana: You’re on my morning paper.
Michael: (stands up and hands it to her) Here you go.
Jana: Thank you. (takes the paper and slams the door)
Michael: You could at least invite me in for coffee.
Jana: You could at least not sleep at my door step like a lost puppy.
He starts whimpering and begging like a dog.
Jana: You can’t be serious.
He continues to do so, as Jana exits to the kitchen, coming with a cup of coffee, opens the door and sets it down in front of him.
Jana: Here you go boy. (patting him on the head) Good boy.
He gets up and starts to follow her inside before she slams the door in his face again, spilling some of his coffee on himself.
Michael: Hey! You didn’t scream.
Jana: Common courtesy.It’s nine in the morning.
Michael: And yet I’m still here.
Jana: Go home.
Michael: This is home. You’re my master.
Jana: That’s a whole lot of kinky shit that I’m not willing to get into right now. 
Michael: Can you please let me in?
Jana: Why?
Michael: I need to piss.
Jana: There’s a public restroom in the lobby.
Michael: Will you still be here when I get back?
Jana: I make no promises.
He pretends to leave, she looks out through the peephole.
Jana: I see you idiot. 
Michael: Shit.
Jana: (laughs) Go pee!
Michael: Don’t go anywhere.
He leaves, she comes out and sits on the next to the door with her book. He’s gone a few minutes and comes back.
Michael: You came out.
Jana: Sure did.
He sits next to her, and puts his head on her shoulder as she reads. 
Michael: Can we-
Jana: No talking.
Michael: Not even about the book?
Jana: Only about the book.
Michael: Deal. Does she love Buddy?
Jana: No.
Michael: Are you sure?
Jana: He’s just a phase from her past.
Michael: That’s all?
Jana: No one can ever be really certain that past will remain there.
Michael: Do you think he’ll come back to her?
Jana: I’m pretty sure that’s not what this story is about. It’s only a part of the story.
Michael: But what if it’s everything?
Jana: No one can be everything. Just a lot of somethings.
Michael: So, he’s something?
Jana: He’s mentioned isn’t he?
Michael: But only briefly.
Jana: That’s still something. 
Michael: I guess so.
Jana: Now shut up and let me read.
Michael: Buddy’s sorry.
Jana: She knows he is.
He kisses the side of her head, she gets up and goes back inside.
Michael: I’m really sorry.
Jana: I know.
Michael: Can I fix it?
Jana: Go home.
Michael: Tomorrow?
Jana: No, not tomorrow.
Michael: When.
Jana: Just go home, please.
Michael: But I want to know what happens next.
Jana: It’s over.
Michael: You’re nowhere close to finishing the book.
Jana: Go home.
They both seem to inhale and exhale in unison, yet on seemingly different thoughts before exiting.