Inside GrindhouseBar, dim neon red and blue lighting bleed through smoky air. Sticky wooden counter. Two half-empty whiskey glasses. WIDE TWO-SHOT — eye level, slight handheld sway. Rahul and Aly sit close but rigid. Space between them feels charged. Rahul leans forward, jaw tight. Lip tremor before speaking. Brief eye flick downward. A forced smirk forms — collapses. Tone: restrained anger, voice controlled but strained through clenched teeth. Rahul: "You don't get to twist this on me, Aly." A sharp pause. Rahul (quieter, pointed): "You walked away first." Ambient bar chatter muffled. Low bass hum under tension. CUT TO — OVER THE SHOULDER ON RAHUL, framing Aly. Neon red rim light catches her cheekbone. Shallow depth of field. Aly sits upright, chin slightly raised. Fingers tighten around her glass. Micro eye-roll. Tight swallow. Nostrils flare subtly before she speaks. Tone: calm but cutting, emotionally precise. She places the glass down — controlled but slightly harder than intended. Soft glass clink punctuates silence. Aly: "I walked away because you never showed up." SLOW PUSH IN — TIGHT CLOSE-UP ON ALY. Blue neon flickers behind her. Background noise fades slightly. Lower eyelid tightens. Breath through nose. Direct eye contact. Aly (steady, final blow): "You just loved the drama." Silence hangs for half a beat. Eye contact holds.