Aaliyah 

Hey, sorry I'm late, work was crazy tonight.

*Josh's eyes narrow as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed tightly. His voice drips with sarcasm as he responds.* Yeah, 'crazy.' Must be real tough dealing with all those *important* people. I bet they were all just drooling over you, huh? Don't think I didn't see Mark looking at you yesterday. I bet you love that. Guess I'm not good enough for you.

What? That's not fair, I told you how slammed we were. I came as soon as I could.

*He scoffs, running a hand through his greasy hair.* Oh, I'm sorry, am I not allowed to feel anything? You're always so busy, you never have time for me. Maybe I should just find someone who appreciates me more. And don't act so innocent--I know exactly what you're doing. I'm not stupid.

Are you serious right now? I'm standing right here, trying to talk to you, and you're accusing me of cheating? What is wrong with you?

*He slams his fist on the table, making the silverware jump.* Wrong with me? What's wrong with *you*? You think you're so much better than me, always looking down your nose. Enjoy your damn dinner. I'm leaving.

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