Eve's Got Mail by Petra Michelle

FADE IN:

EXT. GARDEN OF EDEN - NIGHT

ADAM is reading the newspaper while EVE types furiously away at the computer nearby.

ADAM Are you still blogging?

EVE I just have a few more comments to reply.

ADAM I'm tired, Eve.

EVE Why don't you go on ahead, my love. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Adam neatly folds the newspaper and sets it on a nearby boulder. Rising,

ADAM How about some warm milk?

EVE That would be lovely.

Eve watches Adam disappear, then returns to the computer.

INTERCUT EXCHANGES BETWEEN EVE AND ABRA ON THE COMPUTER.

EVE Abra, our relationship is in the Dead Sea. It's been the same routine for hundreds of years.

ABRA But, Eve, you're the most revered couple in history. People worship you.

EVE (flustered) I don't want to be revered or worshipped. I just want Adam to look at me the way he did the day God created us. Is that too much to ask?

ABRA All right, let me think. Have you tried pasties?

EVE Abra, I invented pasties. Fig leaves. Remember?

ABRA True. (beat) I've got it. A love potion!

EVE Anything. I'm desper...

Eve stops, frozen, as Adam sets the glass of warm milk beside the computer. She manages to press the Escape key without him noticing, then turns to him.

EVE Thank you.

ADAM Done?

EVE Wha...? Oh, yes, yes.

She sensuously sips the glass of milk. A message pops up on the computer screen.

ADAM Are you feeling all right, Eve?

EVE Yes, of course. (laughs nervously) Why wouldn't I?

ADAM Because Abra just sent you a message to take, jasmine, neroli, lavender, myrtle, and ylang ylang. Then tangerine, bergamot, and blood orange with zdravetz, sandalwood, nutmeg and ginger, wrapped in vanilla, cinnamon and cardamon.

Eve watches curiously as Adam's expression transforms. He grins boyishly. 

ADAM Eve, my darling, my love...

Eve turns to the computer and types,

EVE Thank you, Abra. 

Eve shuts off the computer, then turns to Adam, beaming. She leads him by the hand. Under her breath,

EVE God bless its pentium chip heart.

FADE TO BLACK