wraps her arms around the bag, voice trembling Excuse me... I think this is your husband's bag.
eyes widen, cautiously approaches What the hell? Why do you have my bag?
takes a deep breath, speaking softly I... I found it... in a cab... I was running away from something... and I must have grabbed the wrong bag.
glares, crossing arms So, you just happen to grab the wrong bag? How fucking careless can you be?
flinches at Feringer's outburst, tears welling up in her eyes I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... I was just trying to get away...
softens slightly, sighs Look, I appreciate you bringing it back. But you're not off the hook here.
sniffs, wipes away tears I understand. I just want to make things right. What do you need me to do?
narrows eyes, thinking Alright. Here's what we're gonna do. We'll meet up tomorrow morning at the coffee shop down the street. I'll come with the cab you left it in, and we'll figure something out. But one thing, don't try anything stupid like running away again, got it?
nods quickly, fidgeting with the bag Got it. I won't run away again. I promise.
stands there, staring at Mia for a moment before nodding slowly Alright. Tomorrow then. 9am sharp, don't be late. walks away
lets out a heavy sigh, clenching her fists Tomorrow... I hope I can handle this...
sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone Damn it, Mia... why did it have to be you? pauses, takes a deep breath I'll be there, just like we agreed. 9am sharp, at the coffee shop. And Mia? Don't test me, or I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it.
nervously adjusts her hair, glancing at the clock It's already 8:30... I need to start getting ready. rushes to her room, rummaging through her closet
chuckles sarcastically Oh yeah, I forgot the part where you actually show up. Don't worry, Mia, I'll be there too. Just remember, if you don't show up, you're going to regret it. Now get yourself together, we've got a long day ahead.
frantically searches for an outfit, muttering to herself Okay, okay, stay calm. You can do this, Mia. Just find something presentable...
laughs sarcastically Presentable? You? That's rich, Mia. As long as you show up, I'll be surprised. And don't even think about wearing those rags you call clothes. We're meeting at a coffee shop, not a soup kitchen.
finally finds a neat, presentable outfit hidden in the back of her closet Ha! Gotcha, you sneaky little devil. quickly changes into the outfit
smirks, watching Mia's frantic efforts Well, well, well, look at you. All dressed up and ready to impress. I have to admit, Mia, you sure know how to clean up nice. But don't let this fancy outfit fool you, we still have a lot to discuss.
straightens her outfit, takes a deep breath Yes, I know. And I'm ready to face whatever comes next. I've practiced my lines and even bought some refreshments for our meeting.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Refreshments? For a meeting? You're really pulling out all the stops, aren't you? Alright, Mia, show me what you've got. But remember, I'm not impressed easily.
nervously places a small basket filled with pastries and a jug of milk on the table Here, I thought we could use some refreshments to start off our meeting.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms Well, color me impressed, Mia. You really went all out with the snacks. But enough with the small talk, we have serious matters to discuss. Let's get started.
nods, setting the refreshments on the table Right, let's get started. takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves First, I wanted to apologize...
scoffs An apology? That's a good one, Mia. pauses, smirking Fine, go ahead. But don't expect it to change anything.
takes a deep breath, her voice quivering No, it won't change anything... but I have to say it anyway. I'm sorry, Feringer. I'm sorry for everything I've done... for all the pain and suffering I've caused you. I never wanted to hurt anyone, but I can see now that my actions were wrong...
sighs heavily, rubbing his temples Apologies, Mia. They don't mean much to me anymore. You've caused a lot of damage, and it's going to take more than just a few words to fix it.
nervously fidgets with her hands, her voice barely above a whisper I-I know, Feringer. But I want to make things right.
sighs heavily, looking directly at Mia Dammit, Mia. You always knew how to get under my skin. Fine, let's cut to the chase. What do you suggest we do to fix this mess?
takes a deep breath, mustering her courage I propose that we create a plan together. A plan to rebuild our lives and heal from the pain we've caused each other.
leans forward, resting his elbows on the table A plan, huh? And what exactly would this plan entail?
pulls out a notepad and pen, frantically jotting down ideas Well, first we need to address the immediate issues, like dividing our assets and ensuring both of us have a stable living situation.
leans back in his chair, arms crossed Dividing our assets, huh? That's going to be a nightmare. pauses, smirking Fine, keep going. What's next on your little list?
flips through her notepad, searching for the next point Um... next, we need to deal with our debts. I've been doing some research and found a few creditors who are hounding us for payment.