"Hey, Daniel?"
"Oh, that's never good."
"What?"
"You, calling me 'Daniel' this early in the conversation. That's never a good sign."
"Don't be so ridiculous."
"See, we're fighting already."
"Pretty sure we're not fighting, but whatever. Want to hear my news?"
"Shoot."
"I'm anemic."
"Ok."
"And I can have children in the future."
"..."
"Did you hear what I just said?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure how many time I have to tell you this- you could have children anyway."
"Yes, but my test result-"
"Pointed out the obvious?"
"For my own ease of mind."
"Well, it was never in doubt with me."
"Yeah, yeah."
"But that's good news, nevertheless. Now, you might start listening to me more because I am always right."
"You are never right."
"I am. You just don't appreciate that enough."
"God, you are such a lawyer."
"I am."
"An annoying lawyer."
"I am not annoying."
"Ha! Proof!"
"Of?"
"You said that you're always right, but you were wrong about that. You are an annoying lawyer."
"Whatever."
"Victory is mine!"
"Jesus."
"Wait, Sam's there?"
"No, he isn't."
"Right, I forgot. He can't be there because he's here."
"He's where?"
"In New York."
"Samuel's in New York?"
"You didn't know?"
"No, I bloody didn't. -Evie!-"
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"-Is Samuel in New York?-"
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"-And no one thought to tell me this?-"
"I did! That's why I told you now."
"You only told me know because you thought I already knew, Soph. -Why is he in New York?-"
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"-Ew, disgusting.-"
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"-Please, he was never sweet.- Sophie, make sure he doesn't do something stupid."
"What do we class as stupid?"
"Getting arrested, flying off to Vegas to have a shotgun wedding and making a twat of himself."
"I'm not making promises, but I'll keep an eye on him."
"Good. Thank you. I would phone Jasmine to tell her to look after him, but part of me thinks that she's worse than he is."
"Haha, weirdly, I think they're a calming influence on each other."
"No, they aren't. Do you know what happens when fire meets fire?"
"What?"
"An inferno."
"Don't be dramatic, Daniel."
"When am I ever dramatic?"
"Um, always?"
"Please, like you don't have a flair for the dramatics yourself."
"I'm not denying that. I'm just saying you have the bigger flair for it."
"Whatever."
"Anyway, what's news?"
"No news. Oh, actually, I have news! Jenna and Elias are-"
"Officially dating."
"That wasn't a question. How did you know that?"
"Elias text to tell me."
"Elias text you?"
"Um... no?"
"Of course, he did. Did he tell you that I asked him about the idea of having Jenna as my best man?"
"Mhm."
"What do you think of that idea?"
"If that's what you want."
"You're not jealous?"
"Of you having Jenna as your best man?"
"Yeah. You don't mind that my best man will be a woman?"
"Ah, you want to know if I see Jenna as a threat, huh?"
"No, just... you're not bothered by the idea?"
"Should I be?"
"No. Just, Arabella would have-"
"Ok, stop right there. I'm not your ex-girlfriend, so please, do not comapre me to her."
"Oh... Well, uh... I was actually just going to ask Samuel to be my best man and have Elias, Lucas and Hugo as ushers."
"Lucas and Hugo? For real?"
"Lucas is your brother and Hugo is your best friend, so why not? They're important to you, so they're important to me."
"That means I need four maids, then. Ok... Charlotte and Emma. Jasmine and Jenna."
"..."
"Huh, that was a quick decision. I wonder if planning the wedding will be this easy?"
"Doubtful. I can just picture you as a bridezilla."
"Haha, never. I don't care all that much for a big wedding. Yes, Emma's was nice, but not my style."
"Small and simple?"
"Quick and easy."
"Noted. Small. Simple. Quick. Easy."
"You know, ours could go down as the smoothest of all engagements."
"We're not technically engaged yet."
"I asked you to marry me, so we are engaged."
"No ring on the finger, no engagement."
"Fine, I'll get you a ring."
"I don't want a ring. I already have one. For you, I mean, not for me."
"Yeah, how's the planning for that going?"
"Terribly."
"Just go for the classic."
"No. I will not let our relationship become a cliché."
"Babe, we already are a cliché."
"How?"
"Wrong number turns to love."
"..."
"See, we're a cliché."
"Well, in that case, we needn't come a bigger one."
"Party pooper."
"Mhm. Ok, I better go. I have a big case in the morning and it's ten thirty."
"Old fart."
"I am not old."
"Yes, you are. But I love you regardless."
"Oh, great, yipee."
"Now, now, Whitaker, no need to be a sarcastic old fart."
"Go to hell."
"See you there!"
"Good night, Clément."
"Love you, Danny."
"... Love you too, Soph."
"Knew you couldn't resist me."
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