Alana | Jared
"Welcome to-"
"-Karen's Florist shop. How many I help you?"
"You may not."
"Yeah, you're right. You should help yourself, fool."
"Are you trying to be funny? Because it's not working."
"Grumpy."
"Don't you have something better to do?"
"Besides disturbing you? Uh, let me think- oh wait - no."
"Gee, that's sad. You're either rich or lazy or both."
"Thanks for the character analysis I didn't ask for."
"Did I offend you?"
"..."
"I'm sorry, but I seriously don't get it. I'm stuck working in this florist shop, you say you have nothing better to do than calling here all day."
"Stuck? Is that why you're so grumpy?"
"... of all the things you choose to listen to."
"Flowers bring joy, mister!"
"... you're really changing the subject, huh?"
"What do you mean stuck?"
"Have you ever had to save up money so you can go to college?"
"..."
"I thought so."
"I am privileged. I recognize that. Sorry."
"Yeah, okay. Sorry, this suddenly became a serious conversation."
"I do work, for the record. But yes, I know I don't need to because I'm privileged."
"Okay."
"This is it. We're bonding."
"Wha — no!"
"Yes, we are. We're bonding. This was a heart to heart."
"Hey! That was not - in any way - a heart to heart. Understood, Yale Girl?"
"Aww, we're best friends now."
"You're delusional."
"And you're in denial."
"..."
"No don't you-"
Click.
"-hang up."
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