March 19th 2016

Elias- really?! Ruins the moment!

Sarah, xx

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"Are you seriously calling me right now?"

"Yes."

"But, Sophie... it's half time."

"And, you're point being?"

"The rugby is going to start back up soon!"

"But, in the meantime, you can talk to me!"

"Make it quick."

"Charming."

"Sophie, what do you want?"

"What's your take on musicals?"

"Musicals?"

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"-Sophie's asking for my opinion on them-"

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"-Depends on what you're watching.- Are we talking about Les Mis musicals or Mamma Mia musicals?"

"The Phantom of the Opera. Who is with you?"

"Elias. The Phantom of the Opera is ok, I guess. Why?"

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"-Elias, go away.-"

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"-We're not dating.- Sophie? You still there?"

"Surprisingly."

"Why were you asking about The Phantom of the Opera?"

"No reason. Just... research for the article I'm writing, that's all."

"Oh, right. Any other questions?"

"Nope. I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Mm hm."

"... Ok."

"I better, uh... I'll leave you get back to the rugby. Allez Les Bleus!"

"Really, Soph?"

"I'm French."

"Half French."

"The other half of me is Irish, so either way, I'm not supporting England."

"Shame. We're winning."

"I'd hardly call a five point lead 'winning.' All we need is a try and a conversion and then we'll be in the lead."

"Not happening, babe."

"It's not over until the final whistle blows."

"You're not gonna win, Sophie. England have this in the bag."

"Well, considering you've already won the Championship, that's not something you can really brag about."

"We still have the Grand Slam to go for."

"Good luck with that."

"Luck is not needed. We have talent. You sure there wasn't something else you wanted to say,or ask?"

"Nothing. I'll speak to you tomorrow. The teams are coming back out to the field. Good luck."

"I would say the same back, but I really want you to lose."

"Again, charming."

"I know I am."

"Bye, Daniel."

"Au revoir, Sophie."