An HDB flat, number of rooms unknown. An underused piano is now a makeshift shelf; the piano stool has disappeared under stacks of files. Save for a family portrait with hairstyles circa 2002 and a wooden panel with the words "God Bless This Home" engraved in a font with ostentatious swirls, there are no other features hanging on the wall. The sofa is upholstered in leather, and the leather has turned a terrible shade of grey-blue. New pillows in bright green, obviously from IKEA, have redeemed the otherwise dull interior from lower middle class gloom. A folded-up card table is clearly visible from behind the sofa.
The front door opens and UNISE (pronounced "Eunice" with the stress on the second syllable) enters looking bored. She is in a uniform that clearly identifies her as a student from an upper-middle-tier secondary school. She says nothing.
The camera pans to the right, revealing another sofa in the same revolting colour. ULANDA, a young graduate fresh from SMU, is sitting on the sofa buffing her nails.
ULANDA: Oh hi.
UNISE: Hey.
ULANDA continues buffing her nails, occasionally checking her iPhone (it is in a pink case). UNISE walks OFFSCREEN to the kitchen, where she opens the refrigerator audibly.
UNISE: (OFFSCREEN) No more nutella.
ULANDA: Oh no.
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