"Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart." - Unknown
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"This is Waffle Cones–"
"Fletcher, mah main sushi!"
"Faith, mah cheerleading babe!"
"Could I speak to your girlfriend?"
"Normally, I'd be suspicious about this- as anything that involves my girlfriend which doesn't involve me, calls for some Sherlock worthy detective work. I mean, what if you were dealing cocaine?"
"Wait, we're not–"
"But I trust you. Bring her back by ten o'clock, young lady, otherwise there will be consequences!"
"I know, dad. Don't deal drugs. Buy ice cream. Get rich and obtain a sushi buffet, as much as I dislike sushi. I know the drill."
"Do you not like sushi?!"
"Hello to you too, Emily."
"Hey, sushi-hater. What's up?"
"Does Tristan know anything about his party?"
"Nah, he knows about as much as Jon Snow does. Actually, Fletcher is the one who found out about it."
"What? How– wait, no, he's Fletcher, that's why. Never mind."
"So we're good? You're not mad?"
"Oh, I'm always mad."
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