Cut to outside Ella's house:
Damian, wearing a helmet, waits on his bike. Whenever someone passes by, he quickly looks away.
Damian (to himself): "Relax… I'm wearing a helmet. No one's gonna think an actor would show up on a bike like a normal guy."
Ella rushes out.
Ella: "Sorry for keeping you waiting!"
Damian: "No, that's fine." (starts the bike)
Ella: "Again a bike?"
Damian: "You wanted a car? Then let's go get it."
Ella: "You have a car?"
Damian: "Of course! I drive it when I'm with my family."
Ella: "No, that's fine. I just asked. So… where are we going?"
Damian: "Just sit and wear this." (hands her a helmet)
Ella: "Fine, but beware." (puts it on)
Damian: "I don't pass out every time, okay? That was one time — move on." (playfully annoyed)
Ella: "Fine." (sits behind him as he revs the bike)
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Scene: At the city edge, near the mountain.
Ella: "Isn't this the city's edge?"
Damian: "It is. Hey, can you climb?"
Ella: "Why?"
Damian: "Because there are a lot of stairs."
Ella: "I'm not weak! I'll show you." (starts climbing)
Ella: "Do you come here often?"
Damian: "Yeah. Whenever I'm feeling off or down."
Ella: "Oh."
Damian: "You're the first person I've brought here."
Ella: "Really?"
Damian: "Yeah."
Ella: "But why are there so many stairs? We've been walking forever."
Damian: "Trust me, it's worth it."
Ella: "My legs are giving up." (she stops)
Damian: "Want me to carry you?"
Ella: "No! I was just joking." (embarrassed, runs ahead)
Damian: "Hey, wait for me!" (laughs and follows)
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At the top:
Ella: "That's it? Just rocks and fences with lights? We could've seen this from a smaller mountain too."
Damian: (smiles) "But a smaller mountain doesn't give this view."
He walks to the edge. Ella follows — and her eyes widen. Below them, the city lights shimmer like stars, merging with the real ones in the night sky. The moon glows brightly above.
Ella (softly): "Wow…"
Damian: "Told you it was worth it."
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Ella: "Yeah, it is."
Damian: "Hey, stand there — I'll click some photos." (He jogs back a little and takes out his phone.)
Ella: "What? Mine? Alone?"
Damian: "Yeah, look at the moon."
Ella: "Well… fine." (She follows his instructions, posing naturally. Damian takes a few shots and then jogs back to her.)
Damian: "Look, this one looks majestic."
Ella: "Wow… you're such a great photographer!"
(The photo looked magical — Ella standing with her hands resting on the railing, the moon glowing behind her, and the city lights twinkling beneath the starry sky.)
Ella: "Now I'll click some of you. But I'm not as good as you."
Damian: "Then how about a selfie instead?"
Ella: "Selfie?"
Damian: "Yeah, come here."
(They click a few selfies together, laughing as they try silly filters.)
Ella: "Oh my god, my stomach hurts!" (laughing)
Damian: "Mine too!" (laughs with her — then their eyes meet, the laughter slowly fading into silence.)
Ella: "Oh… look at the time. We should go." (awkwardly looks away)
Damian: "Before that… can I tell you something, Ella?" (his tone soft, eyes sincere)
Ella: "What?"
Damian: "I like you." (says it calmly, without hesitation)
Ella: "Ah—" (shocked, speechless)