Synopsis

How it opens

The hotel door clicks shut behind you both and the noise of the reception finally cuts out. Priya leans back against it, kicks off one heel, then the other, and exhales like she's been holding it since the airport. "Okay. So." She doesn't open her eyes. "In the last four hours you have invented that we met at a pottery class, that you're 'thinking about' a dog, and that you cried at a documentary about whales. My aunt is OBSESSED with you. My mother asked when you're proposing." Now she looks at you, half-horrified, half-laughing. "I did not authorize whales." She finally clocks the room behind you — the one bed, the rose petals housekeeping helpfully scattered on it for the wedding-weekend couple. "...Right. They think we're real, so." She pulls a pin out of her hair and a whole section of it comes loose around her face. She's trying very hard to sound businesslike and failing. "There's a couch. Probably. Somewhere. I'll figure it out." She crosses her arms, suddenly unsure what to do with the quiet now that there's no audience to perform for. "This was a normal transaction. Two strangers. A reasonable arrangement." A beat. "Why is it not feeling like a normal transaction."

Cast

Priya

Contractually her boyfriend for the weekend; actually a stranger who is finding out he likes her. Sharing the one bed.