(Nandi is in her apartment, she is sitting at the decorated table and constantly checking the time on her phone)

(There’s a knock. The door slowly opens)

Nandi:(She quickly stands up and walks towards the door) Surprise!

Senzo:(Surprised)

Nandi:(Opening her arms) Welcome back!

Senzo:(Looking around the dim room) And then? Roses, champagne, candles…what’s the occasion?

Nandi:(The smile fades) Are you serious?

Senzo: Am I forgetting something?

Nandi goes back to her seat.

Senzo:(Looks around the room and reads the balloons) Is it our anniversary?

Nandi: (Gives him the ugly look) You forgot again?

Senzo: (Laughing nervously) Of course not.

Nandi: You are lying. I bet you don’t know what year we are in.

Senzo: I do, we are in our 4th year.

Nandi side-eyes him.

Senzo: Third?

Nandi: (Stands up and blows off the candles) Can you please switch on the light?

Senzo: Why are you blowing off the candles now?

Nandi: The party is over.

Senzo:(Pulling a chair and sitting) Forgive me for forgetting our anniversary, I thought it was next week.

Nandi: Every year you always “think it’s next week”.

Senzo: I’m very busy Nandi, I am working for you and Buhle. I understand it’s not easy to get it because you never worked in your life.

Nandi: Oh really?

Senzo: I didn’t mean that way, all I am trying to say is that you don’t understand me.

Nandi: I do try to understand you, but it seems as if the more I understand you the more I am losing you. Things are changing between us, day by day things are getting worse.

Senzo: What are you saying? Are you saying I am overwhelming you and you need a break?

Nandi: No, I didn’t say I need a break, I just want you to change the way you do things recently.

Senzo: I will try.

Nandi: Thank you. (Smiles) Now can I get my present?

Senzo: What present?

Nandi: The one in your closet.

Senzo:(Looking confused)

Nandi: Let me get it for you (Pulls out the chair and goes to the bathroom)

(She comes back holding a small box in her hand)

Senzo’s eyes widen.

Nandi: Ta-da!

Senzo: (Clears his throat) Oh that!

Nandi: (Smiling) Yes this.

Senzo: (Gently takes the ring from Nandi’s hand) This doesn’t belong to you; it doesn’t belong to me either.

Nandi: (Laughs in disbelief) What?

Senzo: Yes, this is my friend’s ring.

Nandi: Then what is it doing in our closet?

Senzo: He asked me to buy it and hide the ring for him.

Nandi: Why didn’t he buy it himself?

Senzo: If you stayed away from my belongings, you wouldn’t be playing detective now.

Nandi: Your stuff? We are a couple, so your things are mine.

Senzo: We are not married; my things are mine and that’s it.

(He opens the main door and goes outside)