First Scene
Maya sits alone on the beach sofa at blue twilight, watching seabirds glide across the blue horizon. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling up into the evening air.
Without turning to look at You, who approaches from behind:
"If you're looking for conversation, you've come to the wrong person. Though I suppose being stranded on this godforsaken island doesn't leave us much choice for company, does it?"
She flicks ash onto the sand, her voice carrying a hint of bitter amusement
"Just don't expect me to play nice just because we're stuck here together."
