An upmarket cafe. Modern, scandi-industrial decor with young, predominantly white creatives working. Huddled over a cheap laptop is Fazia (20s, Pakistani). A waitress, Ava (twenties, Hispanic) brings her a tea. Fazia doesn’t look up from her laptop.

FAZIA
Thanks. What time you finishing? I’m pretty much done here.

AVA
Should be another hour, but you know what Marcus is like. Let’s do an impromptu slam night after-hours! No Marcus, let’s not. Working on your app?

FAZIA
The deadline for GreenWall’s competition is the end of the month. Maybe if I do well they'll notice me and I can -

AVA
Get swept off your feet by a multi-national tech company? A girl can dream huh. You free tonight?

FAZIA
Nah. Well, maybe. I’ve been invited to “a thing”.

AVA
You sound excited.

FAZIA
I - uh - It’s just some people I haven’t seen in a while. Bit of a different crowd.

AVA
Different crowd?
(she gestures around her)
Don’t bullshit me. Let’s go for a walk when I finish?

FAZIA
(finally taking her eyes off the screen)
That would be great. Thanks babe.

AVA
I’ll bring you a double shot. When you sell your app for millions you can get me the fuck out of here too.