It was supposed to be an ordinary evening in Las Vegas. The moon was shining, the birds were singing, the party spinning. At the disco came a beautiful car with a group of guys and Steve -handsome but sad at parting with a girl. Across the street a girl called Anna went crazy with her friend Sophie, a quiet modest diligent pupil. Anna went inside and saw Harry, a friend of Steve’s.
ANNA: See? It's Harry! I need to talk to him.
SOPHIE: You go to them, and I'll go home.
ANNA: No way! We go together. We will sit with them at the table; you'll see it'll be fun. You will meet someone.
And so it happened. They all had fun with the exception of Steve and Sophie.
HARRY: Steve, stop writing on this phone...
STEVE: Boring here… Let's go...
ANNA: Sophie! Stop reading your book. .. Have fun!
SOPHIE: I do not want to... It’s boring here...
Steve suddenly reaching for a glass of juice accidentally pours some red wine on Sophie.
STEVE: God… I'm sorry...
SOPHIE: My book!!
STEVE: I'm really sorry...
ANNA: Ha ha ha! Sophie, stop ... It doesn’t matter.
HARRY: Annie's right.
Outraged, Sophie ran out crying. Steve ran after her.
When Steve got out, he saw Sophie crying on the street. He felt so guilty, but finally he went to Sophie.
STEVE: Look! I’m very sorry for what happened.
SOPHIE: Yeah? Right!
STEVE: ... (Trying to find his words)
SOPHIE: You could not find another day to be clumsy? Look at my clothes!
STEVE: But I...
SOPHIE: ...and my book is ruined...!
STEVE: Wait....calm down for a second, ok.
SOPHIE: Fine!!!