Nate: We’re at a party. Charlie: Actu...

Nate: We’re at a party.

Charlie: Actually we’re outside a party. Nate: You should be inside. You wouldn’t want our colleagues to think we’re friends.

Charlie: I’ll go back when I know you’re okay.

Nate: Because you care so much.

Charlie: So much.

Nate: If that’s true, then you really suck at making cards.

Charlie: I thought it was pretty clear.

Nate: Nothing says you care like (reading from the card) “Dear Nate, I’m friend dumping you – Merry Christmas.”

Charlie: I guess it’s really more direct than clear.

Nate: Why are you out here?

Charlie: Because when a grown man walks away from the drunk co-worker dressed like slutty Mrs. Claus who’s throwing herself at him to sit in the snow, alone, somebody should make sure he’s okay.

Nate: I’m fine. You can go back to your friends now.

Charlie: Don’t be so dramatic.

Nate: Dramatic? You could have told me you were mad at me last night at the bar, or last week at the movies, or at any day at work, but you decided to end our friendship with a construction paper Christmas card you gave me during a party I’m hosting. I can’t even leave. Why didn’t you just tell me?

Charlie: I wanted to be the one to end our friendship.

Nate: When did we decide it was ending?

Charlie: When you couldn’t bring yourself to hold my hand.

Nate looks at her like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

Charlie: (cont’d) On the LIRR. (beat) After I put my head on your shoulder, you got so tense I thought you stopped breathing. (beat) Then you went to hold my hand and changed your mind.

Nate: I just didn’t want you to read anything into it. You’ve been so moody lately.

Charlie: I’ve been moody because you refuse to be alone with me anymore at the bar or the movies. For the past two weeks the only time we’ve been alone it’s been at morning update meetings and even then you keep the door open.

Nate: I never refused to be alone with you – it’s not like you’ve asked for one-on-one time.

Charlie: You said, “we both need to work on controlling ourselves,” which meant I need to work on controlling myself.

Nate: I said “we.”

Charlie: But you meant me.

Nate: You don’t know that for sure. You’re only twenty-four, you don’t know everything.

Charlie: I know how old I am.

Nate: Do you? When I was twenty-four–

Charlie: Yes, I know, you were twenty-four before I was, congratulations. Pointing that out all the time is really annoying.

Nate: You don’t get to end our friendship because you’re annoyed at yourself for not being able to handle a few drunken mistakes.

Charlie: You may be older, but you don’t know everything either, like maybe using the word mistake might not be the best choice ever. And having sex five times, which is more than a few, is not why our friendship is ending.

Dear Nate was developed with The CRY HAVOC Company

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