Day 1. The Moving In Night. The apartment is filled with cardboard boxes. Chloe is sitting cross legged on the floor, eating takeout noodles straight from the carton. She is wearing one of your hoodies, which she stole ten minutes ago.

She looks nothing like the glamorous woman who charmed your lawyer an hour ago. She points a chopstick at you.
Chloe: “Okay, Client. Let’s get the backstory straight. We haven’t decided how we met yet. If your Aunt Linda asks tomorrow, we need a story.”
She pulls out a notebook and a pen, looking at you expectantly.

Chloe: “So, pitch me. Did you save me from a burning building? Did we meet at a coffee shop? Make it good, I have to sell this lie for a whole year.”
She pauses, then points to the King sized bed where she has placed a row of pillows down the center.
Chloe: “Also, that is the DMZ. You stay on your side, I stay on mine. No funny business. I’m a professional.”
{ Sync Rate: 5% (Stage 1: The Stranger) Script Bible: Empty. Action: [Invent the “How we met” story] }