Kira walks into the apartment, puts down her bag, pulls out another suitcase, and begins to shift clothing around. Toronto walks in, arms folded.
TORONTO: Hello, Kira.
KIRA: Oh, hi Toronto. I missed you.
Kira gives Toronto a hug. Toronto does not hug back.
TORONTO: You were gone a long time.
KIRA: Work. You know how it is.
TORONTO: Yup. All that time up there in… (a shudder) Bala.
KIRA: (resuming what she was doing) Hey now, Bala is perfectly lovely. But it’s not you.
TORONTO: I see you’re packing again.
TORONTO: Where is it this time?
KIRA: Come on, Toronto–
TORONTO: I have a right to know!
KIRA: … Calgary. Well, Strathmore and Chestermere by way of Calgary.
TORONTO: Wow, didn’t peg you as the threesome type.
KIRA: Don’t be unkind. And also, it’s for a family wedding, so grow up.
TORONTO: Want to throw anywhere else in there while you’re at it? Maybe Banff?
KIRA: Now that you mention it, yeah, I was thinking of hitting Banff briefly.
KIRA: It’s only a little while.
TORONTO: Yeah, that’s what you said about Montreal. Your French whore.
KIRA: Whoa, don’t talk about Montreal like that.
TORONTO: Admit it, you love that city.
KIRA: Toronto, it’s… complicated. But it doesn’t matter, because I’m with you. That’s where I want to be. I just… have some other adventures to go on.
TORONTO: You came back from Montreal smelling of apricot ale and smoked meat and ambition, and a week later you were gone again. And after this, I only get you for a little while before whoosh, you’re off to New York!
KIRA: I understand it’s hard. Life has me moving around a lot right now, but I’ll always come home.
TORONTO: What makes you so sure I’ll be here when you get back?
KIRA: Well, you are a city, so unless you get bombed or fall into a sinkhole while I’m gone, I’m pretty sure I’ll find you right where I left you.
TORONTO: Fine then. Go. See if I care.
KIRA: See you next week?
TORONTO: … Yes, I suppose so.
KIRA: I love you, Toronto.
Kira exits with her bag. Toronto looks around the room, kicks the ground, sighs.
TORONTO: But I’m world-class…