Mate me at Hollywood
"He's mad. I said the old man is mad."
Did she? I think I heard something different.
But she’s already walking ahead, like nothing happened. I stare at her back for a moment, then force a chuckle and shake it off. It’s probably just in my head.
"Hey, player," I tease, catching up to her. "I thought of a really cheesy pick-up line. Permission to use it on you?"
She rolls her eyes. "Sure. Permission granted."
"I was rehearsing lines for a movie, but every time I look at you, the only script I want to follow is the one where I tell you I’m in love."