JULIET
Are you crazy?
ROMEO
Maybe.
JULIET
If my parents hear you—
ROMEO
I don’t care.
(Unpacking sandwiches and containers:)
I should’ve done this a year ago. There’s chicken salad, egg salad, tuna salad, cold pasta with peppers, feta and cherry tomatoes.
JULIET
There’s no words for what my dad is gonna do to you.
ROMEO
I put grapes and walnuts in the chicken salad, ‘cause I know you like them.
JULIET
You made all this?
ROMEO
Uh huh.
JULIET
I didn’t even know you cooked.
ROMEO
There’s this kid who cooks in the home ec room after school while the teacher sits at her desk. He doesn’t know I watch him.
JULIET
I’ve never had grapes in chicken salad before. Or walnuts.
ROMEO
You should. I really should talk to him sometime, and thank him for all the recipes.
JULIET
Bring it all to lunch and we’ll—
ROMEO
All we do is have safe lunches, send safe texts—
JULIET
I love the texts you send me.
ROMEO
And I love yours. But it’s been 14 months, and I’m never the guy who stands under your window blasting Peter Gabriel songs on a boombox and making a grand gesture.
JULIET
You don’t need to make a grand gesture.
ROMEO
I do. I’ve already done all the little ones.
JULIET
Why isn’t that enough?
ROMEO
It’s just…not.
(Beat.)
JULIET
Somebody’s awake.
ROMEO
I brought extra sandwiches. And brownies.
JULIET
My dad loves brownies.
ROMEO
I know.
JULIET
But my mom hates—
ROMEO
(Pulling out a container:)
Mini fruit tarts for your mom.
JULIET
My mom will love—you really made all these?
(Romeo nods. Beat. There’s a definite sound of someone waking up and heading this way. Juliet looks one way and then the other.)
JULIET
Oh no. Quick—out the window. I’ll cover this—
ROMEO
(Grabbing her to stop her:)
We’ve got this.
(They turn to face what’s coming as the lights dim on them.)