Emma: If you can’t find it, just look for the naked girl.
Noah: Emma…
Emma: Sweet dreams, Noah. <3
Noah: Good night.
Ten Minutes Later
Noah: I’m serious, Emma. Please wear clothes.
Wednesday
Emma: Teresa says you should grow a beard.
Noah: I’m not growing a beard.
Emma: That’s what I thought, but she insists that it’ll make you look really handsome.
Noah: You don’t think I’m handsome?
Emma: … Of course I think you’re handsome. I don’t just date you because you have fancy pens.
Noah: That’s refreshing. There are so many pen-diggers in the world, I was concerned for a moment.
Emma: Your jokes are the third reason I decided to date you.
Noah: And the fourth?
Emma: Your refusal to fish for compliments.
Noah: Fifth?
Emma: Your webbed toes.
Noah: I shouldn’t have asked.
Emma: Are you claiming they aren’t webbed? Pics or it didn’t happen.
Noah: You’re getting sneakier in your attempts to see my feet.
Emma: I just find it a little odd that your tongue was in my mouth earlier today, yet you refuse to show me your feet?
Noah: I only refused because you were making a big deal out of it.
Emma: I wouldn’t call trying to wrestle your socks off your feet “making a big deal”…
Noah: I’m afraid of what you would consider a big deal.
Emma: Nonsense. By the way, this is a great opportunity for you to tell me why you decided to date me, too.
Noah: There was another option?
Emma: Excuse me while I pretend these are tears of happiness.
Noah: I suppose a cameo from Hello Kitty was all the convincing I needed.
Emma: Shut up. I hate you a little bit.
