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MICHAEL is working alone at his desk, a light on. The door of his extremely modest student digs is open. MARTHE appears at the door, silently. He looks up.
MARTHE
So this is where you are.
MICHAEL
Yes. Come in.
But neither of them move. MARTHE just smiles from the door.
MARTHE
You take work seriously.
MICHAEL
Oh I don’t know.
MARTHE
You’re rather a serious boy.
MARTHE shrugs slightly.
MICHAEL
It’s how I was brought up. What
about you? Are you serious?
MARTHE
You’re sure you want to work
tonight?
MICHAEL
Well I do. But I won’t work every
night.
MARTHE
See you tomorrow.
They smile at one another. She goes.