ZUMAYA pets Alcotan, meets RICK at Madrid cafe
RICK sits at outdoor cafe table, leans back in chair, smokes w cup of coffee in left hand, newspaper on table, The African Cur, Alcotán, dozy at his feet. ZUMAYA approaches RICK table, looks down at dog
ZUMAYA
May I pet him?
RICK
I don’t know Miss, but he’ll let you know.
ZUMAYA kneels, pets Alcotán. Dozy, he rolls over, shows belly, legs straight up in air.
ZUMAYA
He’s handsome. What breed is this your dog?
RICK
Oh, he’s not my dog, Miss. He’s a stowaway. Now he won’t go away. Take him with you if you like.
ZUMAYA
No, it’s clear he loves you
RICK
Love? He kind of adopted me.
ZUMAYA
Oh? Where was that?
RICK
Africa. He seems to think I’m HIS stray.
ZUMAYA
Perhaps like you, he is smarter than he looks.