Simon chats absently on the phone, as he stares out of the motel room window, across the nearly barren parking lot.
“Are we still talking about a deal? This is starting to sound like a date.”
He starts when he notices Brooklyn walking across the parking lot with a man twice her age.
“Hey, look…I gotta run…I’ll call you back.”
Blam-blam-blam! A sudden knock on the motel room door.
Simon cracks the door and see the waitress, Dawn, standing there.
“What even happened last night, I mean…god, did we do that?”
Simon and Dawn talk in the doorway. She’d rather come in, though. He is far more interested in where Brooklyn is going, and with whom, but doesn’t say that.
Soon, they are making out on his bed, though the passion fizzles abruptly when she notices that Brooklyn’s things are gone.
“What happened to your daughter?”
“I don’t…she…I just saw her walking across the parking lot with some guy in a red cap.”