Try this 4.9

Center stage, amid sparse light, sits a rusted car facing the audience, engine steady, a simulation of movement. Two characters, both female; driver in leather jacket, dark sunglasses, strawberry blonde hair; passenger in t-shirt, hair raven black and long. Both women look straight ahead. DRIVER coolly shifts her head to PASSENGER, eyes impenetrable under glasses. PASSENGER turns her gaze away to look out the window, away from DRIVER. PASSENGER pulls her body closer to the car door and rests her arm along the outside of the car, adjusting the mirror in front of her. DRIVER looks back to the road, past audience. DRIVER reaches with one hand into her back pocket, grabs a cigarette from her pack. PASSENGER, while still looking away to the side of the road, body resting against the car door, takes lighter from left pocket, flicks it open, fire a spark. BOTH continue their hard stares away from each other as their arms converge, flame to cigarette, cigarette lights, small stream of smoke, hands stay stuck to one another. Fingers intertwine, palms upward. DRIVER's hand passes cigarette to PASSENGER's hand. BOTH arms languidly dance their way back to BOTH sides. PASSENGER takes a drag of the cigarette, blows smoke out the window, looking up to the sky. DRIVER lightly smiles, looks ahead. PASSENGER shakes her head and sheds a tear. BOTH continue looking in their separate directions while their arms dance back to middle of the seat, finding each other again. Hands held, rested along the seat. PASSENGER takes a few more drags from her cigarette, turns her head back to face DRIVER. PASSENGER smiles. Stage slowly fades to darkness.