Tim an Lucy

Intro: A Rookie Fan Script FADE IN: INT. TIM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT (Tim Bradford stands in his kitchen, staring at his phone. He exhales, then finally types.) INSERT – PHONE SCREEN: Tim: You up? (Three dots appear. Then—) Lucy: Should I be worried? Tim: No. Just… come over? (A pause. Then—) Lucy: On my way. (Tim locks his phone, rubbing his jaw. He grabs two beers, then puts them back. He’s overthinking. It’s Lucy. But tonight feels different.) ⸻ INT. TIM’S APARTMENT – LATER (A knock. Tim opens the door. Lucy, in jeans and a hoodie, smirks.) LUCY So, should I be worried now? TIM Just get in here. (She steps inside, scanning for signs of trouble. Finding none, she folds her arms.) LUCY Alright, what’s up? (Tim exhales, sits on the couch. She joins him, curiosity flickering in her eyes.) TIM I needed to talk. About us. (Lucy stills. The air shifts.) LUCY Us? (He nods, looking at her, unguarded for once.) TIM It’s not just friendship anymore, is it? (Lucy’s breath catches. They both know the answer.) LUCY No. It’s not. (A charged silence. Then—) TIM That’s… terrifying. (Lucy grins, nudging his knee with hers.) LUCY Tell me about it. (She hesitates, then reaches for his hand. He doesn’t pull away. Their fingers intertwine—like maybe, just maybe, this is (Ur lucy)