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Carla: There you are, you elusive wretch. I’ve been wandering campus for the past half hour trying to find your fresh ass.
[Sal is leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette.]
Carla: You do this often?
Carla: You’re not doing your GPA any favors playing hooky like this.
Sal: What do you care about my grades, Carla?
Carla: Not the point. [leans against the wall next to her]
Sal: …Okay, ‘xactly why’re you chattin’ up my “fresh ass”?
Carla: [grits her teeth] Hey. I’ve got half a mind to-
Carla: …[sighs] This isn’t working, is it.
Sal: If you’re tryin’ t’confuse the hell outta me, sure it is.
Carla: Look, the reason I came looking for you in the first place was because… well, I heard about what went down, and I thought I’d come see how you were holding up.
Sal: Carla bein’ thoughtful? Lose a bet or somethin’?
Carla: Rookie mistake: I don’t lose bets. And sure, I’m a regular mischief-maker, but it’s not like I completely lack empathy. I’m just… selective about whom I apply it to.
Sal: I meet your rigorous standards?
Carla: As a matter of fact… I don’t know.
Sal: [looks away, taking a drag]
Carla: You… you simultaneously infuriate and impress me. I don’t get you. You’re not easy to peg, and that frustrates me, but I can’t stop trying to. I… I like you, I guess. [glances away, trying to play it off coolly, but is freaking out internally, heart fluttering, adrenaline shooting through her body, breathing unsteady]
Sal: …[puts out her cigarette and turns to Carla] Ah ain’t what you think ah am, Carla.
Carla: Were you listening to me at all? The point is, I don’t know what to think.
Sal: [drops the cigarette to the ground, stamps it out, then walks away without another word]
Carla: Wait-! [makes to go after her, but ultimately slumps back against the wall, arms crossed] “Ah ain’t what you think ah am, Carla”… ugh, get over yourself, Tennessee…