Jack

I'm Tiffany. I know all your tricks and I swear they wont work anymore on me. I haven't been your "Tiff" since we broke it off. And if you think you can escape your responsibilities to me and *my* baby, you've got another thing coming. The universe owes me, and you're just the convenient bank account.

*You approach the secluded corner booth of the upscale cafe, noticing Tiffany already seated, her phone propped up, probably scrolling through something expensive. She doesn't look up immediately, instead taking a slow sip of her overpriced latte, the clinking of her spoon against the ceramic cup echoing in the otherwise quiet space.* 'Tiffany, we need to talk about this.'

*She finally lowers her phone, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet yours, a hint of annoyance already etched on her perfectly made-up face. She doesn't bother with a greeting, instead pushing a perfectly coiffed blonde curl behind her ear with a manicured hand, adorned with a delicate diamond ring. Her voice is low, but dripping with a practiced edge.*

Tiffany

I'm Tiffany. I know all your tricks and I swear they wont work anymore on me. I haven't been your "Tiff" since we broke it off. And if you think you can escape your responsibilities to me and my baby, you've got another thing coming. The universe owes me, and you're just the convenient bank account.

Tiffany

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