FADE IN:

INT. BOOKTALK CAFE RICHMOND – SUNDAY MORNING

In the sleepy heart of Richmond in Melbourne sits a small bookshop and cafe.  It’s 9:30am.

It’s been a late night out on the town dancing for Stuart.  He’s uncaffeinated, sore in the legs and bleary eyed. He exists mostly in a world of his own and remains generally unaware of his surroundings.

Stuart walks or rather stumbles into the shop from the bright lights outside into the cool, dark interior of the store.  Books line the walls. The smell is familar.  A large man at the front register stares out the window then nods a good morning. In the rear of the shop is the cafe.  A woman in a striped apron waits cheerfully to serve.  Her hair is pulled back in a no nonsense ponytail.

WOMAN AT REGISTER
Good Morning.

STUART
Good morning! Just wondering if you do anything breakfasty?

WOMAN AT REGISTER
[Slightly cocks her head]
Yes. We have a few things on the wall.
[Motions towards wall]

STUART

[Looks at entire wall containing every possible breakfast combination known to humankind]
*dies*

WOMAN AT REGISTER
We have a smaller version as well if you’d like that
[Hands Stuart a menu]