An intimate two-hander about reconciliation, restraint, and the silences between people who share blood but not history. Chris has waited his whole life for this meeting. Derrell agreed to it without being sure of what he came to say.

It plays out in real time, in a single booth of a quiet diner — no exposition, just two men, a waitress refilling their cups, and everything they can’t yet bring themselves to ask. Truth, it turns out, is not the same as resolution.

COFFEE began as a thought experiment. I have never met my biological father. For most of my adult life, that absence has lived in me as a question I never quite let myself ask out loud — until I started writing this script. What would happen if I reached out? What would I feel walking into that room? What would he feel? What version of myself would I bring? What version of him would arrive?

COFFEE is the answer to those questions, played out in real time. It is not autobiography. It is not closure. It is what I imagine the beginning of that relationship might look like — performed, fragile, painfully alike, and impossible to resolve in a single sitting.