EXT. BEACH PARK BENCH - DAY
Barbara and BRIAN, 50ish - sandals, jeans, Hawaiian shirt - on a bench in a park on a bluff above a beach. They gaze at the ocean, his arm over her shoulders, her hand on his thigh.
We HEAR THE WAVES BREAK and CALL OF GULLS.
BARBARA: Oh.
BRIAN: Oh?
BARBARA: Seven-thirty tee time.
BRIAN: Oh.
BARBARA: Nervous?
BRIAN: No. Are you?
BARBARA: A little.
BRIAN: Why?
BARBARA: Brian, my dad can be a little competitive.
BRIAN: That's cool. I'm not.
BARBARA: I know.
He kisses her.
BRIAN: So tell me about Tom Walker from Texas.
BARB: Retired ranch foreman. Tom is driving from where he and his wife Wanda live in Laramie to his sister Ruth's house in Kerrville, Texas, where Tom and Wanda will be moving. Hunter has no siblings. Hunter's girlfriend's cousin runs a horse rescue program and they're going for a ride today in the Ruidoso area.
BRIAN: Hunter's girlfriend for how long?
BARBARA: Not long. New like us.
BRIAN: New like us.
They kiss. Her PHONE CHIRPS.
A selfie Chloe that includes Tom, Hunter and Jackie at the Sierra Blanca Viewpoint on Highway 70 through the Mescalero Apache Reservation.
BRIAN: Cowboy alright.
BARBARA: She's pretty, isn't she?
BRIAN: She is. Chloe's got your smile.
BARBARA: Nice picture.
He pulls her close, gets phone from shirt pocket, takes their smiling selfie, pockets phone. They kiss.
BRIAN: Lunch/
She nods. They get up hand in hand, walk out of frame.
