[On a Co-Op Farm that its tenants have dubbed "Rainbow Hillside," in Eastern Pennsylvania in the suburbs of Philadelphia:]
[A group sits in clumps of one to three people around a large bonfire.]
[A red-haired young man, 26-30, sits alone in a knit cap and flannel shirt, staring into the fire.]
[A young woman, 20-25, with a tye-died shirt and copper hair flipped into a messy bun, approaches him from behind.]
<She sits down behind him and puts her arms around his neck. He remains stiff.>
Regina: Hey. I missed you at dinner.
Davey: Hey.
Regina: Where were you?
<He sits, unmoving, and stares into the fire.>
Davey: Here.
<She shifts and takes a seat in the grass next to him.>
<She looks up into his face, but he doesn't make eye contact.>
<She continues to stare at him, and a frown forms on her face.>
Davey: What?
Regina: You won't even look at me. Why?
<He turns his head and finally meets her gaze.>
Davey: What?
Regina: You don't like looking at me.
<He sighs and heaves his shoulders.>
Davey: Look. Just tell me whatever it is that you want me to say or admit to, and I'll say it so you can be happy and we can move along, okay?
<She opens her mouth.>
<She doesn't speak.>
<She closes it again.>
<He turns back to the fire.>
<She stares at him for a few minutes, brow furrowed.>
<She smiles and scoots closer to him, so their arms are touching.>
Regina: I have an idea.
<He looks at her.>
<She waits for him to speak.>
<She opens her mouth when he doesn't, and fumbles with her words.>
Regina: Well, I thought that ... that we could do, ya' know ... something. I guess.
Davey: Like what?
Regina: I don't know. What would you like to do?
<He gives her a skeptical look.>
<He shrugs.>
Regina: You want to go walk in the creek?
Davey: No. It's too cold.
Regina: Okay. Do you want to hang out in the barn?
Davey: And do what?
Regina: I don't know. Just talk or something, I guess. We haven't talked too much lately. At all, really.<He stands.>
<She has to duck to keep from being elbowed in the process.>
Davey: Look, I'm going to go help Sheila and Wolfie clean up the kitchen.
Regina: Um, okay.
<He walks away from the fire.>
Regina: Wait!
<He keeps walking.>
<She jumps to her feet.>
Regina: Davey! Wait!
<He stops, but doesn't turn around.>
<She runs forward.>
<She passes him and faces him.>
Davey: What do you want? I'm supposed to help them.
Regina: You were just sitting and staring in the flames when I came outside, so I don't see why you suddenly have to run in there right now, when I was trying to talk to you.
Davey: I'm sorry. You're right. I was slacking. Can I go now?
Regina: Well, let's do something after you're done.
Davey: Sure.
Regina: When will you be done?
Davey: I don't know. Probably not until after midnight.
Regina: That's fine! Let's talk after.
Davey: Nah. I'll be too tired.
Regina: Maybe I can give you a massage or something?
Davey: No thanks. Actually, I have to meet with Jeremy about re-tiling the bathroom at eleven.
<Her brow creases again.>
Regina: You didn't say that before. What are you doing tomorrow morning?
<Davey hefts his arms in frustration.>
Davey: Look - what do you want, Reg?! I have to go.
Regina: I just want to spend time with you!
Davey: Fine. Come clean the kitchen with us.
<He walks on toward the back door of the house.>
<She walks after him.>
Regina: I want to spend some time with just the two of us.
<He keeps walking.>
<He answers her, but doesn't look back.>
Davey: Why?
<Her jaw literally drops.>
Regina: Why?! Because I love you!
<He keeps walking.>
Davey: I love you, too, but I have things to do. I don't see why it matters whether other people are there or not when we're spending time together.
