INT. RESTAURANT – NIGHT
Warm light. Polished marble. The quiet murmur of expensive
conversation.
At the host desk, SIENNA BATES stands — early twenties, nearer
twenty. Red dress, short and fitted. Red heels. Effortless,
deliberate.
SIENNA
Evening, Marco.
MARCO
Ms Bates — good to see you again.
Are you here to meet anyone?
SIENNA
Yes. I’m meeting Scott Jones.
Marco checks the tablet, nods.
MARCO
Of course. He’s already here. This
way, please.
CAMERA — FRONT TRACKING SHOT
Sienna follows him through the restaurant. Her stride is measured,
confident. The room notices.
CHORUS (V.O., overlapping fragments) “She’s gorgeous, obviously.”
“That dress isn’t cheap.” “She knows everyone’s looking.” “She’s
not here by accident.” “She’s got that ‘don’t care’ energy.”
“She’s playing the game, and well.”
The maître d’ moves ahead; she glides behind, eyes forward, aware
of the attention.
CAMERA — STOPS MIDWAY
Sienna continues past, frame holding empty space a beat too long.
Focus in on two men at the bar.
At the bar, two men watch her go.
MAN #1
(blunt)
She’s unreal.
MAN #2
Yeah… she’s definitely out of my
league.
MAN #1
You wouldn’t have enough money.
They share a quiet laugh, pretending it’s harmless, eyes still on
her.
CAMERA FOLLOWS THEIR GAZE
Cut to an older couple glancing — no dialogue, just quiet
judgment.
CAMERA RETURNS TO SIENNA.
Marco gestures ahead. She pauses half a beat, then steps
forward.
She reaches the inner section of the dining room. The maître d’
gestures ahead — her destination off-screen.
Sienna pauses a moment — a half-breath — then steps forward.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP - SCOTT
SCOTT JONES, Mid-fifties. Perfect posture, tailored confidence is
seated at a table set for two. He looks up from the table as
Sienna approaches. A flicker of appreciation — rehearsed, but
genuine.
The faintest smile — anticipation dressed as calm.
REVERSE – SIENNA
Gliding through the dining room. Nonchalant, but her eyes observe
everything: the table, the man, the watch, the space she’s walking
into. The room hushes by degrees.
SIDE ANGLE – TWO SHOT
She reaches him. He stands quickly, smile ready.
SCOTT
Sienna, I presume?
SIENNA
You must be Scott.
He leans in for a hug which becomes awkward. She sidesteps
smoothly, offering her hand instead. He recovers, takes it, and
kisses it lightly.
A small beat — neither sure who just won.
MAÎTRE D’
(stepping in, professional)
Allow me.
He pulls out her chair with practiced grace. Sienna sits, crossing
one leg over the other, measured. She smiles — a flicker of relief
or amusement. The maître d’ signals discreetly to a nearby WAITER,
who approaches the table.
A small silence. Then —
SCOTT
You are gorgeous. I mean— you looked
beautiful in your photos, but… wow.
SIENNA
(smiling, light but edged)
I’m surprised you managed to notice my
face.
CAMERA HOLDS – SIDE ON
The restaurant moves quietly behind them, blurred. The moment
feels staged, but neither breaks character.
SCENE 2 — INCITING INCIDENT
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
2 -
First Impressions
INT. RESTAURANT – CONTINUOUS
The WAITER arrives, polished and neutral. Menus in hand.
He places one before Sienna, one before Scott — though his
attention tilts toward Scott, the assumed decision-maker.
WAITER
Would you like to start with something
to drink, sir?
SIENNA
Champagne. But it needs to be
expensive.
(beat)
Like me.
A short silence. The line lands clean, deliberate. A quick cut to
a couple at a nearby table, they share a knowing glance.
SCOTT
(smiling, amused)
Of course.
The waiter hides his reaction with a professional nod.
WAITER
Very good. I’ll be right back.
He turns to leave, pausing a fraction. Glances at Sienna — a
quick, appreciative look he shouldn’t give.
She catches it, holds his eyes for a heartbeat, and smiles back.
CAMERA – SIDE ANGLE
Scott watches the exchange without comment. The restaurant hum
resumes, low and judging.
The waiter glides away, menus down. They’re alone in the small
bubble of the table — silver, glass, expectation.
They laugh too easily. The chorus hums around them — “Sugar baby.”
“Old money.” “Classic.”
SCOTT
So… how was your day?
SIENNA
Productive. Dangerous for my credit
card.
SCOTT
(laughs)
That sounds expensive.
SIENNA
A little. Jewellery store in James
Street. And a stop at Honey Birdette,
just to make sure I’m still reckless.
She says it without shame, meeting his eyes.
SCOTT
You don’t strike me as reckless.
SIENNA
Then you don’t strike me as observant.
A flicker — playful, edged.
CUT TO: A diner in the background whispering behind a napkin,
another suppressing a grin. The sound is low, the words
indistinct.
SCOTT
I like that.
(beat)
I started a finance firm in my
thirties. Sold it last year. Now I
invest in other people’s ideas.
SIENNA
So you make money from people who want
to make money.
SCOTT
That’s one way to put it.
SIENNA
Seems fair. Everyone’s selling
something.
He studies her.
SCOTT
And what’s your something tonight?
SIENNA
Still figuring that out.
A moment. Neither looks away.
A thin smile. The waiter returns with a pop and pour of champagne.
An over-the-shoulder shot of the WAITER show another table behind
him pausing mid-conversation, one person subtly leaning to see
who’s being served. No dialogue, just awareness.
WAITER
Would you like to order, sir?
Scott glances at Sienna, then at the menu.
SCOTT
We’ll start with the—
SIENNA
(interjecting, calm)
I’ll have the scallops. And the
risotto after that.
The waiter hides a grin.
WAITER
Very good.
He collects the menus, steps away. Scott watches him go, faint
amusement on his face.
CAMERA – SIDE ANGLE
Sienna lifts her glass.
SIENNA
To first impressions.
They clink. The sound rings sharp. Lingering wide shot that re-
establishes the room: they’re framed amid others, still under that
quiet social microscope.
SCENE 3 — RISING ACTION
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
3 -
Dinner with Boundaries
INT. RESTAURANT – LATER
Plates half-finished. The light has softened; the world around
them fades to background.
SCOTT
So… tell me what you actually do.
Between jewellery and lingerie
shopping… which I hope to see the
results of one day.
A flicker — she doesn’t flinch, but her eyes cool.
SIENNA
That depends how good the dinner is.
But, impulse shop. Mainly.
She lifts her glass, smile holding —
half toast, half declaration. This is
who I am.
(beat)
Mostly I survive. Sometimes study.
Sometimes make people underestimate
me.
SCOTT
That last one’s an art form.
SIENNA
Oh, you know about art?
SCOTT
I know what I like.
SIENNA
And can afford it.
He grins, leaning in slightly.
SCOTT
I’ve never been afraid of a little
indulgence.
SIENNA
(lighter)
Brave man. But remember — tonight is
just dinner.
The line hangs there. He studies her, unsure if it’s a line or a
line in the sand.
SCOTT
Dinner. Of course.
She smiles, finishing her champagne.
SCENE 4 — MIDPOINT (CONNECTION)
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
4 -
From Flirtation to Vulnerability
INT. RESTAURANT – LATER
Plates cleared. The candle has burned lower, light softer now.
The restaurant hum has thinned — later in the night.
A WAITER passes through frame, quietly clearing another
table.
CAMERA HOLDS on Scott and Sienna. The flirtation has settled
into something still but charged.
SCOTT
And shall we think about dessert?
SIENNA
(charmed smile)
Careful. Trick question.
They hold each other’s gaze — flirtation and tension braided
tight.
SCOTT
I’ll call the waiter.
Scott glances around, catches the waiter’s eye. He raises a
hand.
SIENNA
You’ve done this before, haven’t you?
SCOTT
Dinner?
SIENNA
This. Dinner. The “sugar dating”
routine.
He smiles, not denying it.
SCOTT
Once or twice.
SIENNA
(beat, matching him)
Same.
CUT TO – NEARBY TABLE
Two diners lean close, whispering behind raised hands. Their
eyes flick toward Sienna and Scott.
CHORUS
(V.O., low, overlapping murmur)
Half the room’s thinking the same
thing.
CAMERA RETURNS TO SCOTT AND SIENNA
The sound of the restaurant folds back in — cutlery, glass, a
cough.
They’re still smiling, but now the room feels closer,
heavier.
SCOTT
Then at least we’re honest.
SIENNA
Honest is new.
The waiter approaches, with the dessert menu. He places them
unobtrusively on the table, nods and walks off
SCOTT
Reminds me of that scene in When Harry
Met Sally.
SIENNA
(grinning)
What, you want me to fake an orgasm in
here?
He laughs — genuinely. Behind him, just out of focus a woman
shakes her head in disgust.
SCOTT
God, no. I’m not that brave.
SIENNA
Didn’t think so.
She smirks into her glass.
SCOTT
Word of advice - Nights like this only
work when nobody pretends it’s more
than it is.
SIENNA
I’m not after a husband. And
definitely not a lecture.
(beat)
Though… I think I would make a great
trophy wife.
The line lands harder than she expects. He goes quiet. The
laughter dies out of the air between them.
SIENNA (CONT'D)
(realising)
That was— sorry.
She reaches across, lays her hand on his arm.
SCOTT
No it’s ok, it’s me.
SIENNA
What happened?
A long silence. He exhales, eyes distant.
SCOTT
My wife died. Twelve months ago.
Everyone said she was a trophy wife.
(beat)
She was just… my person. I’m here
because I’m lonely. I miss company. I
miss—
A quiet smile.
SCOTT (CONT'D)
—sex, sure. But mostly… energy. I
used to feel alive.
SIENNA
I get that.
(beat)
Boys my age only want my body. Sex.
They’ve got no idea how to actually
see me. Or take care of me. I’m not a
Barbie doll.
He nods, something unguarded passing between them.
A short silence that feels real this time.
They share a look of maybe a real connection
SCENE 5 — END OF PLAN
Genres:
["Drama","Romance"]
Ratings
Scene
5 -
Flirtatious Banter at the Restaurant
INT. RESTAURANT – LATER
The heaviness breaks. Scott forces a grin.
SCOTT
Alright, Barbie… let’s go party.
CUT TO – Nearby Table: a couple sharing a small laugh.
CHORUS
(V.O., soft, amused)
Midlife crisis written all over
him.
Sienna rolls her eyes like she hasn’t heard that before.
A beat, then softer.
SCOTT
Or we could just find somewhere quiet
for a drink.
SIENNA
Just a drink though, remember.
(beat)
I’m pretty good at holding my alcohol.
SCOTT
Are you calling me old?
SIENNA
More… Gen X adjacent.
I probably go out drinking a few more
nights a week than you though, whilst
you’re snuggled up in bed.
SCOTT
I’ll take that as a compliment.
SIENNA
You should. It means you still call
instead of just sending emojis.
SCOTT
I do what?
SIENNA
Exactly.
Sienna gives him a scrunched face type smile, poking her tongue
out at him.
SCOTT
So that’s a yes then? And you should
never stick your tongue out unless you
intend to use it.
SIENNA
That’s a maybe.
She catches the waiter’s eye and gives a small gesture toward the
table.
CAMERA – CLOSE ON WAITER
He nods, understanding, and disappears toward the register.
CAMERA – SIDE ANGLE
Sienna turns back to Scott, that same unreadable half-smile
returning
SCENE 6 — CLIMAX
Genres:
["Drama","Romance","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
The Payment Twist
INT. RESTAURANT – NIGHT
WIDE SHOT – THE TABLE
The Black Amex sits on the linen. We never see who placed it there
— it simply exists, centred but closer to Scott’s side.
SIENNA
I’ll just go powder my nose. Be back
shortly.
She takes her purse and slips away.
A waiter approaches, holding the bill in one of those small
leather folders.
SCOTT
(gesturing to the card)
Use that one.
The waiter nods, picks up the Amex, and disappears toward the
register.
CHORUS
(V.O., overlapping murmur)
He’s definitely paying.
RETURN TO TABLE
The waiter comes back — polite, efficient. At the same time,
Sienna reappears, calm, composed. Her purse in one hand, something
small and scrunched in the other.
SIENNA
What are we waiting for?
The waiter places the folder neatly on the table.
WAITER
Just a signature.
SIENNA
Oh, of course.
CLOSE UP – THE FOLDER
It opens. The receipt lies flat. A manicured hand — red
fingernails — slides the pen across and signs in one smooth
motion.
WIDER SHOT
Sienna leans over Scott, close enough for a whisper we don’t hear.
Her hand drops something into his lap — black lace, soft and
deliberate.
She collects the card, slips it into her purse, and walks out.
CUT TO – NEARBY TABLE
Diners freeze mid-bite, eyes following her. One woman’s mouth
parts slightly — disbelief.
CHORUS
(V.O., hushed, overlapping)
Wait… did she just pay?
CAMERA RETURNS TO SCOTT - CLOSE UP
He looks down. A beat. Then he lifts the small black G-string,
holding it up for a moment — a half grin of admiration,
understanding the intent of his prize.
He stands and follows, walking quickly to catch up with her.
CAMERA PANS as he passes the older couple from the opening. The
husband watches him go, then turns to his wife.
HUSBAND
(looking at the camera over his wife's
shoulder)
How’s your stereotyping going now?
CAMERA HOLDS ON THEM
FADE OUT.