Wednesday, April 28, 2010
*T.Notes (&hopefully neefemi) take on TinsleTown*
*T.Notes heads to Tinsel Town*
Scene 1: …Of Nina Ricci and Maple Syrup.
Food Café. Its mid-workday. Mayowa and a haughty looking Tessy sit back to back on separate tables.
Waiter: Can i take your order now?
Tessy's quiet, still busy looking thru the menu card.
Mayowa: (Without turning back)You should try their pancakes. They serve it steaming hot, it’s heavenly.
Tessy: (Mutters with a tinge of irritation) You should try minding your own business.
Mayowa:(Undeterred) Try it with some cool maple syrup-just a few dribbles along the sides-pure ecstasy. You won't know when you start moaning at every bite.
Tessy:(Dryly and abit ticked) You know, if you're looking for someone to hit on, I’m not your candidate.
Waiter: (Cuts in with a small smile) The pancake desert is actually one of our popular selections. (among a certain class)
She appears to ignore his suggestion and continues perusing through the menu.
Tessy :(With exasperation) Fine whatever. I'll try it-with the freshly squeezed juice.
Tessy: I think you're rude.
Mayowa: Forgive me, it’s the Nina Ricci.
(Turns to face her, with a grin) The last time I got a whisp of that scent was two years ago, in a quaint shop on avenue montaigne. The retailer said to me, Nina Ricci is a regular among the haute of French facon. A woman who wears Maria Nina Ricci even in its imitation ought to be respected.
Mayowa: Your perfume, is Nina Ricci, isn't it?
Tessy: ...yes! And...i'll take that as a very flattering compliment. Thank you.
Mayowa: You're welcome (mademoiselle).
Waiter returns with her meal, drops the tray and leaves. She stirs the juice slowly with a straw for a while.
Tessy: So were you really in Paris, or do you just have a tongue that’s made of maple syrup?
He moves with his glass to join her table.Mayowa: May I?
Tessy: Go ahead.
He sits, picks the tube of maple and squirts it slowly on the pancakes.
Mayowa: Both actually. I was part of a theater exchange program organised by the theatre National in paris.
(Motions at the pancake)Try that now.
She does, taking her time to obviously relish the taste.Mayowa: Heavenly uh?
Tessy: I see you know your batter.
Mayowa: Nahh,i’m just a guy who’s game for experimenting. I've been told that only one other sort of experience matches this cafe's pancakes. That should answer your second supposition (about the maple).
Tessy:(eyes him)Its either I keep pretending that i can't read in between all your innuendos, or I’ll have to ask you to leave.
Mayowa:(Leans back with a coy smile) I love a woman who can handle a man's tackling.
Tessy: How often do you walk up to a total stranger and attempt to seduce her?
Mayowa: See, you read me wrong. I have no cruel intentions at all. I just enjoy a smart conversation with a pretty woman, that’s all.
Though with what your perfume is doing to my mind, i'd admitt that the naughtier intentions are beginning to flirt with my mind.
Mayowa: (Stands) Hence I should leave now.
Tessy: Whyyy, i was anticipating tales from the romance capital of the world.
Bukky enters the mall, Mayowa spots and motions at her.Mayowa: (Courtesious smile) There's my date, i enjoyed our brief chat.
He stands, joins Bukky by a further table and welcomes her with a kiss The two sit. Tessy watches till camera leaves her.
Bukky: If I wasn't aware that as usual, you're still up to no good, that cheap stunt would have earned you a slap.
Mayowa: Which is why-as always, you're favourite cousin. I know you won’t let me down.
Tessy: Though i hate to ask, but what's the story? Hard to get?
Mayowa: A bit of a tough one, but i’m certain i pretty much have it in the bag. She is smart though. Beauty and Brains, it’s been a while.
Tessy, who has now finished her meal, gets up to leave. On her way,she walks past the two's and drops a hankerchief close to Mayowa on the table. She doesn't look back and walks out.
Mayowa slids open the handkerchief with a triumphant expression and shows off the scribbled telephone number.
Mayowa: And she's classy too- the good ole fashioned phone number on handkerchief.
Bukky: (Getting up) You're hopeless. Can we leave now?
Mayowa: (Following after her) You know i simply am the master of this game! I truly should be christened Lord...or crowned Knight...., or pristined pope....
Tn:(grabs the handkerchief from him and sniffs) Nina ricci. I was right; tomorrow’s lunch is on you.
to be continued....