“I can't feel my legs.”
“You okay, babe?”
“Yeah. Just... wow. Damn, Lisa. I understand now why girls fight over you.”
“Sucks for them, I already got my eyes on a certain manager. Anyway, are you staying over?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Considering you probably can't walk anyway, I think it'd be best if you stayed tonight.”
“Would that be alright? I can stay on the sofa or on the floor—”
“Stay in bed with me. It's for... umm... warmth, you know? Like, it's raining... so the weather is cold. So... so you should stay here so we don't freeze to death.”
“Lisa, it's just drizzling.”
“Yeah, but I could use a beautiful view to wake up to tomorrow, Jen.”
“You're here to ruin my life, aren't you?”
“I wouldn't do that. If anything, I should be asking you that question.”
“Why so?”
“Do you honestly think that I'd give you my jeans and end up walking around our university only in boxers, just so I could sleep with you?”
“If that was the plan, it definitely worked, didn't it?”
“Jennie, come on.”
“This is just... a thank you thing, I guess. Right?”
“Okay.”