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…