EXT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

JAX ZANDER, 30's, scruffy and dark-featured, is
passionately strumming his guitar at people walking into
the shop and standing over a bucket of change. LYLA, a barista in her early 20's, short and freckled, stands watching in her apron, waiting for her shift to start.

                     JAX
        If you're going to enjoy a free
        show, can I at least get a coffee?

                     LYLA
        Oh, a show? I thought you were
        learning and by the sound of it,
        that this was your first practice
        session.

                     JAX
        Ha ha, very funny. So is that a no
        to the coffee then?

                     LYLA
        Let's make a deal. You will get one
        single coffee out of me today if you
        play something a little more upbeat.
        You're scaring our customers away.

Lyla maintains eye contact with Jax as she swiftly walks
into the coffee shop. Jax scratches his head and
strums 'Brown Eyed Girl' by Van Morrison. Lyla quickly snaps
her neck toward the window and walks out smiling, coffee in
hand.

                     LYLA (cont'd)
        Better.

Lyla winks and heads back inside as more people gather to
listen to Jax play.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Jax empties his bucket of change onto the floor and kneels
down to count it. He frustratingly looks up at a photo of
him with two bandmates on his dresser and tears well up in
his eyes.

EXT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

Jax is setting up in front of the shop as Lyla glances over
her shoulder from a nearby bench and catches his eye.

EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY

Lyla is sitting with her friend CASSIDY, a thin brunette
model wearing designer clothes.

                     LYLA
        What do you think about the musician
        over there?

                     CASSIDY
        He's alright for a homeless guy. Not
        my type of music though.

                     LYLA
        He is not homeless! Oh my gosh, just
        because a guy isn't flaunting gucci
        and LV does not make him poor.

                     CASSIDY
        Don't tell me you like him. Lyla,
        you and Ryder broke up like 4 days
        ago. Besides, you're used to the
        high life. I don't think you'd last
        5 minutes with a busker.

                     LYLA
        Ryder was a dick and I need
        something different now. What girl
        doesn't want a guy who can write her
        poems and love songs? I bet you he's
        a real romantic.

Lyla and Cassidy giggle, stand up and embrace each other.
Lyla walks towards the coffee shop for her shift.

                     CASSIDY
        Call me after your first date!

Lyla blushes and hurries into the shop without
acknowledging Jax.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - NIGHT

Jax wanders around the shop for a place to sit while eyeing
the muffins up front. He seats himself in the corner near
the back.

                     LYLA
        You're still here? My god, don't you
        have a job?

                     JAX
        What do you mean? I'm a one man
        band. You saw me playing out there,
        or learning as you like to call it.

                     LYLA
        Oh. You make good money today?

                     JAX
        Your customers aren't exactly
        generous.

                     LYLA
        You know there's a fancier shop just
        three blocks away near the big fat
        mansions. I bet you could make a lot
        more over there.

                     JAX
        Not my crowd.

                     LYLA
        Yeah, they can be a bit, um,
        judgemental.

                     JAX
        Yeah, at least over here they shit
        talk you to your face.

                     LYLA
        Who's been shit talking you?

                     JAX
        You, yesterday.

                     LYLA
        Sorry for trying to brighten up the
        place, I like tips too you know.

                     JAX
        You brighten up the place plenty.

Lyla turns around quickly to hide her foolishly big grin
and swipes a muffin from the counter while no one is
looking. As she shuffles back to the table, her coworker
turns to place her hand where the muffin once was with a
look of confusion. Lyla conceals the muffin and places it
in front of Jax.

                     JAX (cont'd)
        Wow, a Barista and a thief, who
        would have known.

                     LYLA
        Oh be quiet, I haven't seen you eat
        all day.

                     JAX
        Well surely I'll pay for this, I
        don't want you to get in trouble.

                     LYLA
        Nah, it's fine. Think of it like a
        down payment on the future shit-
        talking I'm bound to do.

                     JAX
        Can't wait.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Jax lays in bed holding the framed photo of him and his
bandmates out an arms-length in front of him.

                     JAX
        This girl at the coffee shop is a
        real sweetheart, you guys would have
        loved her.

INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY

Cassidy strolls in wearing a fur coat and leather boots.

                     CASSIDY
        So, has the famous musician made a
        move yet?

                     LYLA
        Famous? Just yesterday you were
        calling him homeless. Starting to
        warm up to the idea?

                     CASSIDY
        You seriously haven't seen the news?
        Your boyfriend is the Jax Zander,
        from Running Boys, the band. You
        know, that one that was in tour bus
        crash out in Austin last month. It
        was all over social media.

                     LYLA
        Whatever sick joke this is, it's not
        funny Cass.

                     CASSIDY
        No seriously, look!

Cassidy flashes her phone to Lyla, showing an article about
Jax's life after the crash. Featured in the photo was a
side-by-side comparison of him on tour in his rocker-chic
clothes and now, scruffy, wearing flannel and standing
outside of the coffee shop.

                     LYLA
        Oh my god.

                     CASSIDY
        Look at you, another rich guy. You
        just have all the luck with men.

                     LYLA
        Ugh, you're so vain. I can't believe
        he didn't tell me. What's he doing
        in this part of town anyway,
        performing on the streets? Surely a
        guy like him has better things to
        do.

                     CASSIDY
        I can think of one reason he's been
        hanging around here.

Cassidy and then Lyla turn to face the front window of the
store to see Jax with his hands in his pockets, now
sporting a fresh haircut and leather jacket, staring
lovingly at Lyla.