"Carmella, hey."
"Oh, hey Trish."
"Uh, can I borrow you from your friends for a sec?"
"Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute."
"All right, I'll meet you outside the cafeteria?"
"Sure."
"..."
"..."
"Oh, there you are, cute stuff."
"Hey, Trish."
"Why were your friends smiling at us like that a while ago?"
"They're dumb, don't mind them."
"Wanna introduce me?"
"So you can hit on them? No thanks."
"You want me all to yourself, Mells?"
"You're gross. Stop smirking. What do you want?"
"You."
"Will you ever stop flirting with me?"
"Will you ever stop being beautiful?"
"You're so annoying. Why'd you ask for me?"
"Oh, right. Are you free tonight? Like, are you working at the café after classes?"
"I'm free tonight. With your stalking skills, I thought you'd know I'm off on Thursdays."
"I... I didn't want to seem stalker-ish."
"I already know you're stalker-ish."
"I... I'm just observant."
"Anyway, why'd you ask if I'm free?"
"There's a party at one of my close friend's frat house tonight at 7. I don't really know if you're the partying type, but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go with me?"
"Will there be cute boys?"
"You're straight?"
"Why'd you assume I was gay?"
"Oh. Umm, sorry. The—uhh—yeah. The thing's tonight, Alpha house. It's the football team's thing, so a lot of cute boys, I guess."
"Why do you look so upset all of a sudden?"
"I—I'm not—I don't know what you're talking about. I'm chill. I'm happy."
"Liar."
"Whatever."
"I'm kidding, Trish. I'm gay. You can stop frowning now."
"Damn, don't go breaking my heart like that, Mella. I genuinely thought I didn't have a chance. I actually like you—your vibe. Your vibe. I mean, you're chill and stuff."
"Just the vibe? Really—"
"Anyway, the party offer still stands. Like, if you want. To hang out."
"You're not very good at changing the topic."
"Is that a yes or no?"
"Yes. I'm bringing my friends though, is that cool?"
"Yeah, of course."
"I'll see you tonight, then?"
"Definitely. Umm, maybe I can get your number too or something? For communication purposes. So I could find you. At the party."
"I'm sure the frat house isn't big enough that you won't find me when we're there, right?"
"Well... yeah."
"I'll see you at 7, then?"
"So... no number?"
"You gotta try harder than that, Trish."
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