She sits down, grabs a cigarette and leans forward for a
               light.  She looks him straight in the eye.  He lights it and
               looks away.  She leans back.

                                   TRACY
                         Thanks.  I really don't smoke, you
                         know.  Just on special occasions.

                                   STEVE
                         Like?

               Tracy slowly exhales smoke through the corner of her mouth.

                                   TRACY
                         Like when I've had a really crappy
                         day on the road.

               They both laugh.  The laughter turns to silence.  Her
               unwavering gaze makes Steve nervous.

                                   STEVE
                         Yeah.  Travel's a bitch, huh? But
                         at least we get the airline miles,
                         right?

               Steve chuckles.  Tracy smiles slyly.

                                   TRACY
                         I actually like to get away
                         sometimes ..  It's time .. time
                         that's just yours .. away from
                         everything.  You know what I mean?

               Steve nods.  He couldn't agree more.

                                   STEVE
                         Yeah.  It's ..

               Tracy raises her glass.

                                   TRACY
                         Here's to time away ..

               Steve raises his glass.  As they bring their glasses
               together, Tracy lifts her cigarette.

                                   TRACY
                         .. and to our secret vices.

               They drink.  She winks.  Steve laughs nervously.  He takes
               another drag on his cigarette.