On the street, maybe a bookstore, someone bumps into someone playfully.
Woman: (laughing)
Man: You again!
Woman: Are you following me?
Man: Why, no, I'm stalking you.
Woman: (laughing) Oh! (laughing) Oh, really?
Man: Yeah.
Woman: The neighbors have been saying there was a man with a slightly-crazed yet focused demeanor standing for a long time in my hedge, neck pivoted to my window.
Man: Yep. That's me!
Woman: (laughing) Well, good. Great.
Man: Great.
Woman: Well, it's good to finally meet you.
Man: Nice to finally meet you.
Woman: So... How ya been?
Man: Oh, pretty good. Same old same-old.
Woman: I, uh, guess you're not gonna ask me how I've been.
Man: 'Cause...
Woman: 'Cause you've been watching me.
Man: ...I've been watching you, yeah. A lot.
Woman: Right. So what'cha been up to?
Man: Oh, you know, not too much. The stalking keeps me pretty busy.
Woman: Huh.
Man: And, actually, I've got a bit of a cold right now 'cause it's really lousy weather for... stalking.
Woman: Can I ask you one question?
Man: Shoot.
Woman: Why are you stalking me?
Man: Because you are the One. You are the unspoiled virgin bride. You are the blonde canvas on which I will paint my future... Don't you remember, you smiled at me once in the Croissant Tree? We never spoke. We didn't have to. You chose me. Now I stand outside your window, waiting. I stand there and, when you go to sleep, I become calm. I can feel my heartbeat slow down... and beat... just... like... yours.
Woman: Oh!
Man: Yeah, it's...
Woman: (laughing) I can...
Man: Yeah, uh...
Woman: Perfectly clear...
Man: Yeah, anyway... Well...
Woman: See ya!
Man: Happy shopping!
Woman: Oh, thanks. And happy stalking!
Man: Thanks. Nice bumping into you...
Woman: See you around.
Man: Yeah. Hey, you changed your answering machine code, eh?
Woman: My co... My code? Yeah.
Man: Yeah.
Woman: I... I have to get going now.
Man: Oh. Okay. Sure.
Woman: 'Cause someone's waiting...
Man: Cool. Cool. Nice meeting you... That went well. Hmm.