Silent

GALE
suh-LEE-nee doesn't have the same appeal.

SELENE
Exactly. You said Gale Jones is your name?

GALE
It is.

SELENE
How old are you, Gale Jones?

GALE
Uh . . . twenty-four.

SELENE
I see. A delicate age. As for me . . .
My twenty-seventh birthday came this spring.

She glanced behind her and smiled diplomatically to the impatient customers waiting in line, then pulled a bill out from her purse and slid it across the counter with a wink.

SELENE
I'll find you here again another time.

GALE
I thank you for your patronage, Selene.

SELENE
And I, you. For being my newest friend.