The Next Day.
The Arts Quarter.
Salim was on his way home from a meeting at work when he thought he saw a woman he knew standing in front of his apartment building.
Salim: [squints] Is that-
Aahana, his ex-wife. She was standing outside waiting for him which was strange for many reasons but mainly cause she always let him know when she was in town and it was completely out of character for her to just show up at his apartment like this. He checked his phone for missed calls or texts but there weren’t any. Something must be wrong. She was the deliver-bad-news-in-person type so he figured that must be why she was here.
Salim: Ani? I didn’t know you were in town. Is something wrong?
Aahana, nervous: No- yes, well …
Salim, concerned: What?
Aahana: [nervous, fast talking] I can’t think of a better way to say this so I’m just going to say it. Salim, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with your baby. I’m having a baby and it’s yours.
Salim, speechless: … Uh …
