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The truth is, I don’t really know what happens in the almost-kiss. What I wrote, if you’re interested, was

LUCE 
OK, well … thanks for the evening.  

RACHEL 
Thank you.

LUCE 
It was my birthday.

RACHEL 
No, today?  You should’ve said.  It’s mine at the weekend. 

LUCE 
We’re practically twins.

RACHEL 
Well … happy birthday.

She goes to kiss her.  But neither of them know whether to go cheek, or mouth, or which cheek. They have an incredibly awkward nose-bumping moment, before they figure it out, peck each other politely.

They pull back, look at each other.  Their faces are very close now … The headlights of a passing car illuminate them for a second.  And they both jump back. Then the car has gone.  And the moment has passed.

RACHEL 
OK then.  Goodnight.

LUCE 
Yeah.  Night.

and then I gave it to two wonderful actresses. Who - correctly - didn’t do the polite peck. They just played awkwardness, and confusion, and lust and morality. All of that very late at night, after a 14 hour day, in the freezing cold…

- Ol Parker