Limelight
A young(ish) woman is leaning against a street lamp (or the proscenium if you'd like - against something) dressed for winter - heavy coat, hat, scarf. She's reading a book and obviously frozen through. A man of similar age passes, sees her shivering, and stops.)
Man: Excuse me.
She looks up.
Woman: yes?
Man: You're freezing.
Woman: I noticed.
Man: Why are you out here in the cold?
Woman: I'm on break.
Man: On break?
Woman: I work there. (She gestures downstage)
Man: That's a book store.
Woman: Yeah.
Man: ...but you're out /
Woman: (interrupting) Yeah. They don't like us to read in there.
Man: But it's a bookstore.
Woman: Yeah.
Man: Filled with books. Stacked with 'em.
Woman: Yeah.
Man: And they don't/
Woman: (interrupting) No.
Man: Oh. But...that's nuts.
Woman: Yeah.
Pause
Man: It's freezing. Why are you out here?
Woman: Same reason I work in there.
Man: You like books.
Woman: Love them. pause. Why'd you stop?
Man: Excuse me?
Woman: Why did you stop and talk to me?
Man: I wanted to know what you were reading.
Woman: Because you like book people.
Man: Love them.
Woman: ...oh. she smiles.
fade to black