"Are you sure you should go to work high?"
"Focus on your show, Fontaine. I'm sure you don't want to miss who got reincarnated this time."
I can't help smile as I hear her deadpan, "First off, this is the one where people desecrate graves of unknown, unidentifiable townspeople. get your facts right, my gawd. Plus," she adds with a wink, "you know you love it too."
"I don't love it, it's the only thing you let me watch."
"Maybe you should take a day off."
"What are you taking about?"
"Your pupils are the size of saucers and you're about to walk into a building full of people who are more than capable of identifying addicts."
This woman needs to know when to shut up. "I'm not an addict."
"No, but you live with one."
"Good bye, Amelia."
"Ooh, dropping the first name, huh?"
This is not a joke. God. I am more than capable of knowing what to do with my goddamn life. "Switch off the lights when you're not in the room, power's expensive."
"Noah, please."
"I'll see you tonight."
I did see her that night. What's more, I gave her the perfect opportunity to throw an "I told you so" in my face.
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