EXT. CAFE - DAY
A DOZEN DINERS in the shaded outside seating area across the street from the Downtown City Park.
BARBARA, 50ish - running shoes, fashionable track suit, ballcap - sits with JAN and JOHN, 70-somethings, at a shaded outside table with a view to the park. FAINT CLASSICAL MUSIC, murmur of conversation, clatter of dishware. Each with ice waters and near-empty glasses of white wine.
Jan is the picture of Martha Stewart casual featuring leather loafers that match her watch band. It's hard to not notice her wedding ring. Her designer sunglasses hang from her sweater collar. Her bag hangs from the back of her chair, like Barbara's. John's loafers match the belt that around his khaki slacks. Forest-green polo shirt, handsome watch and gold wedding band.
Jan and John lean in toward Barbara to see on her phone the picture Chloe has taken of Tom and Hunter in conversation on the patio. They are standing at the low stone wall, Tom's gaze aimed at whatever Hunter is pointing to in the direction of the mountains.
JAN: The Marlboro Man in winter.
JOHN: Do we know what line of work he was in when he and Olivia met.
BARBARA: Ranch hand.
JOHN: Oh you told me that.
BARBARA: Near a place called Grass Valley. On his way to meet a friend in Mexico for fishing.
JOHN: Sure wouldn't mind knowing more about him. Like a middle name.
BARBARA: She'll call tonight.
John and Jan shoot each other a glance. Barbara pockets phone when the WAITER, 20-something, arrives with John's tuna sandwich, Barbara's soup and Jan's salad. Each thanks the waiter.
WAITER: Wine refill.
JAN/JOHN: Yes.
BARBARA: Thank you.
WAITER: B-R-B.
Waiter leaves.
JAN: I wonder if Hunter has siblings.
BARBARA: I'll call as soon as I'm off with Chloe.
JOHN: Thank you
They eat.
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