Reminders of Him

(grand orchestral fanfare playing)

Can you pull over?

Dear Scotty:

So, I'm out early for good behavior,

and here I am, stealing this.

You always hated memorials, and now I hate them, too.

I hope it's not bad karma,

because I'm headed back to the place it all went wrong.

See if I can get something right.

-(indistinct chatter) -(baby crying)

550 a month. First and last today.

No lease.

-What's your name? -Kenna Rowan.

(electric guitar playing rock music in distance)

Shut it, Doug!

-(music stops) Bitch!

Water and sewer are covered.

There's a $250 deposit for electric.

T-Two hundred and fifty on top of two months' rent?

And take a kitten.

A kitten?

Yeah, a kitten. It's like a cat but smaller.

-Well, I don't want a kitten. -Who wouldn't want a kitten?

Me.

I'll make you a deal. You take a kitten,

and I'll leave the electric on for three weeks.

Give you a chance to get your shit together.

Fine.

Here.

Remember how we used to wonder

what this place was like?

Well, Paradise is no paradise.

And my new roommate is a small cat.

What am I gonna do with you?

Now I just need a job so I can stay here,

make this place a home.

Maybe then they'll let me see her.

Yeah, well, I'm hungry, too.

Did you used to paint your nails

when you were in the MFL?

The NFL.

Oh, NFL.

You need to be pretty for going to work.

It's very, very important, right?

Not as important as being kind and smart.

-Mm. If you say so. -(chuckles softly)

Diem.

Come on, sweetie, it's time to come home.

You got to let Ledger get to work.

Finished.

Thanks, D. (blows)

This is perfect.

All right, let's get you home.

Dragons hold hands when they cross the street.

Dragons don't have hands, silly. They have wings.

-Come here. Oh! -Oh. All right.

Thanks.

Thanks for the visit, D.

-Love you. -Bye. Love you, too.

Gave him a manicure? Hmm.

What the...

-Hey. -Hey.

Oh. What's got your manties in a bunch?

-(Mary Anne sighs) Afternoon.

-What's up? -Hola.

: Hey.

-Got your favorite. -Let me guess. Is it a mug?

More Broncos swag? Seriously?

-Must be Wednesday. -(Ledger sighs)

It might be worth drinking again.

Just to end this torture.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Which mug would you use?

STD awareness mug. Yeah.

-It's a favorite. -(laughs) Nice choice.

While you're obliterating your liver,

you might as well keep one eye on your chlamydia.

Priorities.

-(laughter) -Funny.

I thought it was funny.

So, what is it? (sniffs)

Scotty's memorial's gone.

-Someone took it? -Yep.

Who would do something like that?

-Do you happen to be hiring? -No.

Hey, uh, are you hiring?

-No. I'm sorry. -Okay. Thank you.

Hey.

Come on in.

No, thanks. I just wanted to see if you needed help.

Desperately.

Here, sit.

I'll get an application.

Can I have some more fries?

("Passenger Seat" by Upstate playing over speakers)

-Here we go. -Thank you.

Use your fork.

Oh, we can't hire folks with a record, hon.

It's policy.

Okay.

Been burned too many times.

Why don't you try the Dollar Den.

They're always looking.

("The Night We Met" by Lord Huron playing)

-(door opens) -(entry bells jingling)

Hello.

Just that.

(register keys clicking and beeping)

Come back soon.

If you insist.

You know, you can buy more than one thing at a time.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

I'm just working up the courage to ask you out, Kenna.

Well, um, Scotty...

-Mm-hmm. -...it's, um, unfortunately

against store policy for employees to date customers.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Can I see that?

Excuse me.

Um, I'd just like to return these plates.

Oh, sure.

And, uh...

I'm never shopping here again.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

So...

...can I take you to dinner?

In that thing?

You don't like it?

It's just about the ugliest color orange I've ever seen.

I know.

It's not mine. It's my best friend's.

I get off at 7:00.

-(song fades) -(vehicle passing)

Everything here reminds me of you,

but I have to keep going.

Maybe the bookstore we loved will help.

I miss their bougie coffee.

And I miss you.

Love, Kenna.

Who the hell turned this bookstore into a bar?

I did.

What can I get you?

A coffee.

Coffee? Sure. Uh, cream and sugar okay?

Could you do, um, caramel and extra foam, please?

You bet.

Soy, skim, almond or whole milk?

Whole's fine.

I was kidding.

Uh, this is a bar.

I do have a four-hour-old pot of coffee

and your choice of cream, sugar, both or none.

I'll just take whatever.

Okay.

Uh... (clears throat)

Whatever, coming right up.

("One and Only" by Dhruv playing over speakers)

I'll take my usual.

I got you, Stacey.

Pretty impressive for not a coffee shop.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Well, I'd probably give it, um, a solid three stars on Yelp.