So why not have:
Inside a local Starbucks, Anytown, Middle Englandshire.
It’s raining.
A cute barista steams his mugs and wipes down the foam nozzle on the coffee frother thingy.
Sad, slow plinky plonky/lily allen music plays.
The door opens
A young woman/girl - with cropped hair, rugby ball under her arm and a large spot at bag in the other steps inside and looks around.
Her team lost, and she is feeling sad.
Soggy, cold and caked in mud, her front tooth is missing.
She looks like she might stink a bit too.
She goes up to the counter and pauses.
What can I get you, young man?
Ummmm, errrr can I have a hot chocolate please?
Certainly sir - what’s the name?
“Jessica” thanks!
Music picks up, Jessica grins (tooth still missing) and picks up her hot chocolate.
Cup may say Jessica, Billy or D* (I’ve not yet decided how it’s going to go).
And cut - it’s a wrap.