Ah, well- come into my office and we can chat.

Yeah, me.

*he sat her down gently, tugging the sheets out from under the bed* I was thinking we could watch something, order food, and then maybe....

wonders how @morethanluisa is doing

You know.

Yes, Rose. *he started to grow annoyed with her, listening as she tiptoed around the subject— as if it were a game*

Ah, you’re not? *he took off his clothes, got into bed with her and massaged her shoulders* Who are you then, my love? Is it one of those games where we try and pretend to be someone we’re not?

Uh huh, and I’m Enrique. Rose—- Seriously. Why are you being like this?

Ah. Funny acting I see.

She will. It’s unlike her.

Huh. My room floor looked like this the other day and it was filled with Rose and Luisa’s clothes....

Hm. Maybe they were just reorganizing.

Calma, amor.

. . . . .

Not funny.

No.

*hands her his wallet*

It’s true.

Jesus.