INT. EZRA STEVENS BEDROOM, NIGHT

EZRA STEVENS and Valerie Cho cuddle in bed together, enjoying post makeup-sex bliss. Mac Miller’s “We” plays in the background.

Ezra: “So what are we doing this weekend?”

Valerie smiles.

Ezra: “What?”

Valerie:” I love it when you use we to describe us.”

They kiss.

Ezra:” We, we, we.”

They kiss again.

Ezra: “You want to hear this poem I wrote for you?”

Valerie: “You write poetry?”

Ezra: “I dabble from time to time.”

Valerie:” Real estate and now poetry, is there anything else I don’t know about you?”

Ezra: “There is so much you don’t know about me.”

Valerie: “Oh, Mister Mysterious over here. Don’t worry, one day I’ll learn all of your secrets.”

Ezra: “I hope not.”

Valerie gives him a confused look.

Ezra: “Then I would be boring.”

Valerie: “Trust me, you’ll never be boring to me.”

They kiss again. Valerie climbs on top of Ezra; she’s ready for round two. Ezra stops things before they get too intense.

Ezra: “Just let me read this poem to you. I really want you to hear it; it means a lot to me if you hear it.”

Valerie: “Okay, let’s hear it.”

Ezra: “Remember, it’s a work in progress.”

Valerie: “Just read it, Ezra Pound.”

Ezra: “It’s titled Coaster.”

Valerie: “Get on with it.”

Ezra:” Valerie, my pasta princess, my Korean BBQ queen, the apple of my eye, the hogger of bedsheets. In the winter, I shiver for you and only you.

“My heart’s true desire, your soft touch, your warm sweet kiss feels like home, my soulmate, my partner in crime, the only person I want to be with at the end of the night.

“One day I’m going to put a ring on your left hand, like you put a ring on my coffee table, Valerie, my love, please use a coaster!”

(beat)

So, what do you think?”

Valerie: “Yes, I’ll marry you.”