In the laundry room.
- - Hey. Did you steal my basket? – The guy asks a girl who’s standing next to him.
- - No.
- - I swear I had a basket that looked just like that. I left it here once and someone took it.
- - Mm.
5 minutes later.
- - You sure you didn’t steal my basket?
- - Yep. – She says nodding her head.
- - Really?
- - I bought it on Wall-mart in the beginning of the year.
Guy leaves for a few minutes. He comes back.
- - I won’t be mad if you tell me. Did you steal my basket?
- - Yes.
- - Really?
- - Ok, look. I may look like a kleptomaniac, but I’m not.
- - What does that mean?
- - That I am fanatic for soccer.
- - Really? Me too. What’s your team?
- - No, I hate soccer.
- - Why did you say that then?
She gasps.
- - Ok. Why do you hate soccer? Nobody hates soccer.
- - It’s such a popular game. I can’t stand crowds overflowing with crazy people.
- - That’s not a good reason.
- - Well. I guess I just hate people in general. – She grins.
- - Mmm. Someone just got dumped. – He mocks her.
- - Naah. I’ve got a boyfriend.
- - Well, he’s a person and you said you don’t like people.
- - I didn’t say I like him either.
- - Do you?
- - No. – She gets her clothes out of the drier and on the basket - But the sex is good.
She leaves.
