Enconters

FATHER: A coffee shop and a library; very romantic. I suppose you have a
boyfriend. (Pauses 1 she nods) Ah, what's his name, how did you two meet?
CLARA: (encouraged by father's interest) His name is Max and he works at the
pharmacy across the road from the coffee shop where I work.
FATHER: Do go on. Tell me how you met.
CLARA: He came into the coffee shop one day, saw me and started flirting. I went
home early. He was on the phone as I was leaving, so he didn't see me go. He
texted me later saying he hadn't finished flirting with me. We got together a week
later and have been together ever since.
FATHER: Delightful.
CLARA: What are you?
FATHER: Other than the person who raised you? I might be, as you said, a dream.
A figment of your usually poor imagination. Others might say I'm an apparition, a
ghost if you will.
CLARA: A ghost? (almost, not quite mocking) Have you some unfinished business?
FATHER: Hilarious.
CLARA: Why are you here?
FATHER: You're very like your mother; she too was blunt. She loved to dance as
well. It's such a shame you've quit.
CLARA: Father, You told me to ...