JIM and KATTRYN at a cafe on the Upper East Side.
JIM
...and that’s why I think it’s best that we don’t talk anymore.
A beat.
KATTRYN
You’re kidding, right?
JIM
Kat, were you not just listening to what I said? I’m in love with you.
KATTRYN
I see that.
JIM
And you just got back from your honeymoon.
KATTRYN
I know.
JIM
And this doesn’t bother you? At all?
KATTRYN
Jim, you’re my best friend. I’m not letting you not talk to me.
JIM
I need to do this.
KATTRYN
No you don’t. You’re being entirely unreasonable.
JIM
I am in love with you, Kattryn. You don’t see the problem here?
KATTRYN
It’ll pass. I’m not worried.
JIM
(suddenly serious)
I have to stop talking to you.
A beat.
KATTRYN
Oh God, you’re serious, aren’t you?
JIM
If only for a time.
KATTRYN
This is fucking cruel, James. I’ve never, EVER, done something like this to you.
JIM
You got married.
A beat.
KATTRYN
So what is this, then? Farewell to the best friend I’ve had since elementary school?
JIM
Just for a time.
KATTRYN
I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this.
JIM
You have Eliot.
KATTRYN
Eliot’s not a best friend, though. Look, how ‘bout this? How about we do a weekly email to one another. Every Friday.
A beat.
JIM
Fine.
KATTRYN
Good. (A beat.) I’ll miss you.
The lights slowly fade.
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