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I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Do you mind if I share your ledge? I’m not sure I really want to do this now. It’s quite high up, isn’t it?
[Harry stares at Harriet, astonished to have company]
It’s rude to stare you know.
[Harry looks Harriet up and down, disbelievingly]
HARRY:
You’ve scraped your knee. And your mascara’s run. Are you all right?
[Harriet peers down, looks up and BURSTS into tears]
HARRIET:
No, not really.
HARRY:
Oh! Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I don’t do crying.
[Harriet SNIFFLES heavily. She searches unsuccessfully in her handbag for a handkerchief then points at Harry’s robes]
HARRIET:
May I?
[Harry, confused, looks at his robes. Harriet reaches out, grabs part of his robe and BLOWS her nose, LOUDLY, on it]
Thanks. Hey, we’re both wearing this season’s colour. Although I think orange suits you better.
HARRY:
It’s saffron.