Noah: It seems appropriate.
Emma: So that would make you my boyfriend.
Noah: It would be fitting, all things considered.
Emma: You know this means you’ll always have to share your fries with me, even if I don’t order any, right?
Noah: I already do that, and you always order fries.
Emma: And I’ll want to hold your hand in public.
Noah: I’m sure I’ll manage.
Emma: And you’ll have to take cute couple selfies with me using the filters of my choice.
Noah: Please, Emma, there’s a limit.
Emma: Fine. A mutually-agreed-upon filter.
Noah: No filters.
Emma: :(
Noah: No.
Emma: But there’s a Lion King one…
Noah: Emma.
Emma: I’ll even let you be Simba.
Two Minutes Later
Emma: Okay, fine, no filters! For now.
Noah: Deal.
Emma: Can we go back to you calling me your girlfriend and talking about how much you’re going to miss me from Chicago?
Noah: I’ll be thinking of you the whole time I’m there.
Emma: …Well, geez. Are you on campus?
Noah: No, I’m at home. Why?
Emma: I kinda wanna hunt you down so I can hear you say those words out loud.
One hour later, after finally hanging up
Emma: Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the coffees, by the way. I’m paying! <3
Hours later, at catering
Finn: How’s the gig?
Emma: Pure torture. They have a giant cake with enough sugar to fuel a packed daycare for weeks, and a magician keeps pulling balloon animals out of his butt.
