Pretty Thing

No, thanks.

No, thank you.

Excuse me, sir? Sir?

I, I think you dropped this.

Thank you, son.

Yeah, okay. That's a good idea.

Why don't you send me the full pitch

first thing in the morning?

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Hi.

I'm in room 706.

Oh. Uh, that's the kitchen.

Uh, yeah, can you just send me the,

the full pitch in the morning,

and then I can, um, I can review it?

Okay. Yeah.

Uh, all right, uh, thank you. I--

Mm, I was hoping you'd really come.

They make us wait till the last guest is gone

and, um, someone always lingers.

-Drink? -Oh, uh--

Did you steal this?

The spoils of war.

Take off your backpack.

How old are you?

33.

Oh. I thought you were younger.

Oh.

Cool.

Um, I, I'm Elliot, by the way.

Sophie.

So where you visiting from?

I live here in the city.

I just wanted a little, um--

Staycation?

Something like that. Yeah.

What do you do for work?

Does it matter?

Uh, I, I guess not.

I, I, um,

can't say I've done anything like this before.

Take your time, okay?

I have to go, but sleep in, order breakfast.

Oh, well, uh, no, that's okay.

I, I should go too.

I mean it. Stay.

You were, um, really good last night.

I might need to see you again.

Might?

I might.

I'll text you.

Mama, stop. I know, I should've called.

This is unacceptable. I was worried.

- Where were you? - At, at work.

-And then making connections. -All night?

No, I slept at a coworker's.

What if I had fallen down the stairs?

I mean, what if you'd come home and found me

at the bottom of the stairs?

Why would you even say that?

Don't, don't say that. No.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, all right?

You must be hungry. Eggs?

No, I, I ate this morning. I need a nap.

All right, well, this is stinky. I got your laundry going.

-Was it a girl? -God, it's like

living with the CIA with you.

Gimme these.

I just thought, um, maybe you met a nice girl.

No, Mama. No girls.

Hey, Elliot. That was hot.

Agree. So hot.

When can I see you again?

Hey, handsome.

Hey.

Wanna go to Paris this weekend?

Mm, what, is Paris some hot, new restaurant

I haven't heard about?

No. Paris, as in France.

It's for work. A few nights.

I thought maybe you'd wanna join.

- Wait, you being serious? - Mm-hmm.

You don't have some, like, Parisian boyfriend?

Mm, maybe I want you there.

The thing is, um, I have work this weekend.

Call in sick. It'll be fun.

I have to go into a meeting.

I'll send you some flights and you see what you think, okay?

Okay.

What?

I had to take an earlier flight.

See you soon.

...stages of development.

Perfect. Thank you.

How was your flight?

Well, for a moment, I wondered

if I was being sex trafficked.

But once I got in that little pod on the plane,

I didn't really care.

How do you know you're not being sex trafficked?

Um...

You, you're, you're not even gonna make me shower first?

Merci.

Thank you.

So, is this the part where we get to know each other,

now that we got the sex thing out of the way?

I guess so.

Well, we're here for your work,

yet I still have no idea what you actually do.

Marketing for pharmaceutical companies.

-Really? -Yeah.

I'm a partner at the firm.

Is that what you went to school for?

Yeah. Well, I mean, uh, for marketing.

I never thought I'd end up marketing drugs,

but you know, c'est la vie.

I didn't finish college.

-It's not for everyone. -Still,

I do wonder what my life would be like had I finished.

I literally went to one semester and I just hated it.

What were you studying?

Business classes.

I was trying to make my mother proud, you know?

You close?

Yeah.

Is she in New York?

Yeah. Um, not too far from me.

It's a blessing and a curse.

Bonsoir.

-Mm? -It's literally the one thing

my friend taught me how to say.

Thinking it could come in handy sometime.

Well, are you?

Mm.

So when you're not stealing bottles of champagne,

what are you passionate about?

Um, well, I fancy myself a photographer sometimes.

I mean, I haven't really, like, done a lot with it.

I just, um, thought about it a lot, I guess.

Oh, my God, you must think I'm so lame.

College dropout. Barely a hobby.

And you met me while I was cater-waitering.

So what?

Well, so I just imagine that you probably

got a lot of other suitors you could choose from.

Maybe they're not as hot.

Or maybe they just don't fuck good.

Maybe.

I had an older girlfriend in high school.

Oh. Well, thank her for me.

I will.

So, um, do you, uh,

you know, um, family, kids?

So tell me about this older girlfriend.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Nice try.

You can't avoid my question.

What question?

Um, family?

Kids? Husband?

Would it bother you?

If you were married?

Uh, I don't know. I guess I'd feel kind of bad.

Why?

Why would I feel bad fucking someone's wife?

What if I told you that we have an agreement

where we're allowed to fuck other people?

What if I told you that he likes

when I tell him about the guys that I fuck?

I'm not married.

My God!

Bon appétit!

- Where you taking me? - You'll see.

-Merci. -Sure.

I've been dying to ask.

Do you often fly a guy to Paris

after hanging out with him just once?

I usually fuck them twice

before I take them out in public.

-That was hot. -Mm-hmm.

See you after my meeting.

Do you have to go?

- Here. - Oh.

-No, it, that's okay. -Take it. Have fun.

How was your day?

This city is incredible.

-Right? -Yeah.

How was your day?

Mm, these clients are tough.

But I think I won them over.

-Yeah, you did. -Mm-hmm.

Nice camera.

Yeah. I got it today.

Is that what you spent the money on?

Um, yeah.

I mean, sorry, is that weird?

I, I can totally pay you back

-if it's weird. -No.

-No. -For real?

It's cute.

You wanna play photographer?