A WORK AFFAIR

– By Obie

FADE IN:

INT. OFFICE, REST ROOM – DAY

The room is small and brightly lit showing off its white-washed walls. A small puddle of water lies underneath a dripping sink but otherwise the room is quite tidy and appears seemingly empty. A faint GIGGLE coming from beside one of the stalls breaks the silence followed by VOICES speaking in hushed tones.

FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)

(giggling)

TUNDE, stop. Someone will catch us at this rate.

TUNDE (O.S.)

Haba! CHIOMA, who could possibly see us in here?

TUNDE, a slender but obviously well-built young man is fondling his colleague CHIOMA, a stylish young girl in her early-twenties, who reluctantly tries to push him away. They are both corporately dressed.

CHIOMA

(smiling)

Oh, I don’t know. Maybe someone that actually needs to use the rest room?

TUNDE

C’mon Chi, you know as well as I, that most of our staff went for that big conference meeting.

He hesitates a little but still keeps his arms around her.

TUNDE (CONT’D)

Alright, just give me a farewell kiss then.

CHIOMA

Baby, you know I have a deadline for my reports.

TUNDE

(sarcastically)

Oh, I forgot how viral my lips are to report submission.

He pulls her in for a kiss and just as she appears to have succumbed, she playfully pushes him away at the last moment leaving their lips to just slightly brush each other.

CHIOMA

Okay, you have gotten your wish, you may leave.

TUNDE

(folding his arms)

Give me one good reason why I should leave.

CHIOMA

Because it’s the ladies’ room and this lady needs to pee.

He opens his mouth as though to argue but stops and smiles

TUNDE

Are we still up for tonight?

CHIOMA

(mockingly)

You Yoruba men are all the same, always looking for young innocent Ibo girls to do “god knows what” with at night. I wonder what my mother would say?

TUNDE

(laughing)

She would ask for my number to get her own fair dose of us Yoruba men and our “god knows what”.

She hits him playfully and he cringes in mock pain

TUNDE (CONT’D)

I’ll take that as a yes to tonight’s proposal

She kisses him in confirmation and he does a small victory dance as he leaves. She stares blankly after him for a few seconds after he’s gone and then reaches into her purse, pulling out a pregnancy test strip. She clutches it to her chest for a while as though saying a silent prayer, then HEAVING a sigh, makes her way to the nearest stall.

FADE OUT.