She draws a phoenix. Crude. Neon pink. Spreading wings.
JAZZ plays softly. ICE clinks.
Elara pauses. She laughs. Nervous.
Elara picks up the spray can again. She walks to the blank wall of the rooftop’s elevator shaft. She begins to draw—fast, furious, a shape. nuke vs city script
ELARA Don't call security. I just need the view. One minute. She draws a phoenix