Dear Dylan: Vending Machine Meeting
"Mar!"
"Oh, hey, Dy!"
"Let's go?"
"Oh, hold on, I'm waiting for my friend."
"Are you telling me this person's coming with us?"
"Pffft, of course not."
"Oh, phew. Good."
"Why?"
"Nothing."
"Anthony!"
"Hey, Marlene."
"Did you just call me Marlene? You did not."
"Yes, I did."
"Here are your folders."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
"Now, who's this young man here?"
"Oh, sorry. Anthony- Dylan. Dylan- Anthony."
"Hello Dylan."
"Anthony."
"Treat my little friend here well or else.."
"What?!"
"Uhm, we're.."
"No, we're not.."
"Yes we aren't."
"Now, go, Anthony."
"Sheesh! Over protective much, bye, Marlene!"
"I'm sorry about my friend."
"It's alright."
"He assumes too many things."
"Mhmm."
"Now, should we go, Mar?"
"Absolutely."
"Here we are."
