𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕𝐈

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Elisa: Why does everyone keep assuming we're a couple?

Tim, snuggling closer to Elisa: Beats me.

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[date night watching a horror movie]

Bruce: Are you scared?

Elisa, cuddling closer because she is, in fact, scared: In this economy? Who wouldn't be.

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Elisa: Whatever. Nothing matters.

Elisa, after Bruce comes home from work that night: Except some things.

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Jason: I know two things.

Elisa: Which are?

Jason: I love you.

Elisa: I love you, too. What's the other thing?

Jason: You just said it.

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Talia: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Elisa: It was me.

Talia: ... be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Jason: If it was me, I'd be dead by now.

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Stephanie: I told Elisa her ears get red when she lies, look.

Stephanie: Hey Elisa, do you love Tim?

Elisa, covering her ears: NO!

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Dick: Is the pain bad?

Elisa: It's not that bad.

Dick: Don't lie to yourself.

Elisa: I'm not lying to myself, I'm lying to you.

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Stephanie: Act natural.

Tim: Okay.

Elisa, giving Tim a high five: Great work today.

Tim, lacing his fingers with Elisa's: I love you.

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Elisa: I'm fine.

Bruce: You don't look fine.

Elisa: Then stop looking.

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Damian, nervous but trying not to show it: Tomorrow at 7. I'll come pick you up. [walks away]

Elisa, a little flustered: Did he just ask me out on a date?

Celia: I think it was more of a statement?


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