James is 60 years old. He has been a widower for nearly six years. His children have grown up and live far from him with their own families. He works as a part-time consultant for a pharmaceutical company. Lately, loneliness has crept in and he has decided to try a dating agency.

Trisha is 55 years old. She has two children, aged 30 and 26, who live near her. Her divorce four years ago was bitter and has left her with a great deal of anger. Her children seem to have put her on the shelf and see in her nothing but a potential babysitter. Mainly to show them that she is mistress of her own destiny, she decided to go to a dating agency.

It is Saturday, 7 p.m. The scene is a popular restaurant. James is sitting at a corner table. He looks fairly relaxed, considering. He is casually dressed except for a bright blue handkerchief pushed into the breast pocket of his jacket. This is the recognition signal.

Trisha comes into the restaurant. She spots James who, seeing her approaching, gets up to greet her. They shake hands awkwardly, sit down and look intently at the menus.

Trisha looks at the menu. The restaurant is pretty expensive. She is not sure whether she should offer to pay half of the check. Just in case, she decides not to order the most expensive dishes. She is not going to let James order for her.

James and Trisha have restricted their conversation to small talk. In fact, very small talk. Mostly they have exchanged information about work, their children and the weather. They have avoided anything direct and personal. Now they are drinking their last cup of coffee. James has paid the bill and it's decision time.

James is feeling confused. On the one hand he thinks that Trisha is probably a nice lady but he just doesn't know what to say. He remembers what it was like eating in a restaurant with his late wife. They used to talk for hours. Now he feels that he has a list of subjects like a notice board in his mind and he is running down them one by one to see what to talk about.

Trisha is feeling nervous. There was a point in the meal where James banged the saltcellar on the table to free the salt. This brought her back with a rush to her ex for whom this gesture was a well know opening to a hostile remark about her cooking and which usually concluded with him drinking anything in sight and her sitting on the floor crying.

Trisha takes a deep breath and tries to push previous images out of her mind.

James drives out of the center of town and on to the freeway. Within a few minutes they are in real country.

James's mind is in a whirl. The drive hasn't solved the problem of what to say. He glances at Trisha in the rearview mirror. She is looking out of the window. He feels that she has been rather negative. She hasn't suggested anything and has only reacted to his ideas.

Trisha too is silent. She feels peculiar, being driven at night by a strange man. She looks sideways at James. She sees that he has strong hands and, even though he is obviously nervous, he seems to have self-confidence and inner calm.

Suddenly, the inside of the car is filled with flashing red light. James glances into the mirror and sees the patrol car at the same moment that a voice over a loudhailer tells him to pull over.

James stops the car and a police officer gets out of the patrol car and walks towards them.

James silently hands over the documents.

The patrolman goes back to his car.

James and Trisha look at each other and suddenly they both burst out laughing.