(A hot, muggy day in a semi-industrial/office-y part of town. The sun is bright. Everyone walking around has sweat dotting their shirts between their shoulder blades. KELSEY wears a backpack and is walking, and has been doing so for almost a half-mile, to an office to pay the electric bill.)
KELSEY: I just feel *huff* like there must have been *huff* a bus I could take for this walk.
(At that exact moment, a bus drives by.)
KELSEY: Like that bus.
(The Green Line Train, full of commuters. KELSEY enters with a full shopping bag. She looks for a seat.)
KELSEY VOICE OVER: 2 free seats. One next to a courteous looking black guy. One next to a white guy in a gray pinstripe suit - people who wear pinstripe suits look like villains - who is manspreading and looks grumpy.
(With an "I'll teach you" gleam in her eye, KELSEY sits next to the man in the pinstripe suit. He doesn't move an inch. KELSEY seems to deflate in defeat. A beat. PINSTRIPE SUIT MAN coughs and covers his mouth, but in doing so deflects the cough air on to KELSEY.)
KELSEY VOICE OVER: Oh no.
(PINSTRIPE SUIT MAN coughs again.)
KELSEY VOICE OVER: Oh Lord.
(PINSTRIPE SUIT MAN exits the train at the Ashland stop. A beat. KELSEY clears her throat.)
KELSEY VOICE OVER: My throat feels funny.
(A lightly drizzly morning in East Garfield Park. KELSEY and ROOMATE have just stepped out their front door.)
KELSEY: We're going to take the 52 bus. It's a few blocks away.
(KELSEY surveys the sky while contemplating whether or not it's worth getting an umbrella out.)
KELSEY: Well, it's just a light drizzle.
(Lightning cracks above. The rain immediately becomes much, much harder.)