Ella
(amused)
Wow. So you can walk. Maybe you don't get what I say because he never talks to you much.
(patting his head gently)
If I had to name you… it wouldn't be Happy. It would be Resilient.
Damian sneezes repeatedly while reading his lines.
Mr. Mah
(smiling, teasing)
Looks like someone close is thinking about you.
Damian
(sniffling, dryly)
It could just be the weather. Don't be dramatic.
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[EXT. STREET – SAME TIME]
Ella walks Happy down the street, leash in hand. He struts like he owns the road.
Ella
(smirking)
Well, you're not that bad, actually.
Or maybe... I'm just a great trainer.
Suddenly, Happy bolts. He dashes ahead and stops in front of a street dog, hissing like a wild beast.
Ella
(alarmed)
Hey! I don't think picking a fight with someone twice your size is a smart idea!
She scoops him up in panic and runs away from the confused dog.
Ella
(panting as she runs)
Okay, maybe I praised you too soon!
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[INT. ELLA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT]
Ella flops onto her sofa, exhausted. Happy elegantly hops down and eats from his bowl.
Ella
(relieved)
Well, at least you're eating like a normal cat now.
Suddenly, Happy moves away and pees in a corner. Calmly. No shame.
Ella
(freezes)
You did what?!
She groans and looks around.
Ella
He must've sent your poop tray, right?
(Beat)
Ella
(panicking slightly)
Right!?
Ella finishes cleaning up after Happy's little mess. Just as she slumps onto the couch, her phone buzzes. It's a message from Damian.
Damian:
Is my Happy happy?
Ella
(sighs and mumbles)
Why don't you check it yourself?
She snaps a photo of Happy sleeping like a royal guest on the sofa and sends it to Damian.
Damian:
Looks like he's happy.
Ella:
Want to see the happiest person?
Damian:
He did something, didn't he?
**Ella sends him a selfie: her hair is messy, a band-aid on her finger (the bite mark), and behind her the room is clearly in post-cat-chaos mode._
Damian:
Looks like you're enjoying the bonding time.
Ella:
😤
Damian:
Looking forward to meeting you… and Happy tomorrow.
after putting her phone aside .
Ella- now I can officially hate the word happy.
Damian sits alone, looking at his phone. Suddenly, he bursts into silent laughter, trying hard not to make any noise.at the backstage.
Damian
(chuckling to himself, eyes fixed on the screen)
This girl...
The photo of Ella—messy hair, bitten finger, and chaos behind her—stays on screen. He can't stop smiling.
Mr. Mah, standing nearby, notices the rare moment.
Mr. Mah
(soft smile)
Looks like my decision really worked out after all.