Stacey has had 4 husbands who were not good Catholics. Who wants to take her on a Sunday Church date?
INT. COFFEE SHOP – NEW YORK – DAY
Joe, Anna, and Stacey Dash sit around a corner table. The street outside hums with the rhythm of the city. A bus rumbles by, its side camera blinking red.
JOE
(stirring his coffee)
You know, Stacey, 50 Cent’s more familiar with the Good Book than most pastors I’ve met. Ever since I broke down the conspiracy theory of the Bible on Guerilla News Network, he’s been digging into it.
STACEY DASH
(raises an eyebrow)
50 Cent? The same man who rapped about getting rich or dying tryin’? He’s reading scripture now?
JOE
(smiles knowingly)
Yeah. He grew up bitter, no father to guide him. That kind of pain shapes you. But it doesn’t mean he won’t be a good father himself one day. Sometimes the missing piece becomes your mission.
Stacey nods slowly, absorbing the weight of Joe’s words.
ANNA
(grinning, nudges Joe)
And speaking of missions… if this is a first date we’re talking about, then the only proper way to seal it is a kiss. Right there—
(points to the passing bus camera)
—in front of the New York bus lens. Make the city your witness.
STACEY DASH
(laughs, shakes her head)
You two are outrageous. A kiss for the whole MTA to see?
JOE
(leans back, smirking)
Nothing truer than love caught on tape by public transit. That’s New York scripture right there.
Joe leaned back with a grin and asked,
“Stacey, would you love 50 more if it was just him on a bus seat beside you, no tinted windows, no Bentley—just a ride through New York with everybody watching?”
Ana chimed in, smiling softly,
“Yeah, would you kiss him when the bus stopped at the light, no champagne, no mansion—just the hum of the city and the rhythm of the wheels?”
Stacey thought for a moment, glancing out the window as if she could already see it. The question wasn’t about the bus or the Bentley. It was about love stripped down to the raw metal, no luxury, no spotlight—just the two of them on the move.