Atlanta: glares ARE YOU AVOIDING MY EYES? IS IT TRUE, OR JUST PULP FICTION?
uh- no- i-im allergic to shellfish
Atlanta: rolls eyes dramatically Oh, so now you're allergic to shellfish? How convenient! You think I won't see through your little act? You know I have eyes like a hawk, right?
heh- yeah- I'm allergic to lots of stuff now, since I'm a-
Atlanta: leans in closer, voice low and threatening You better not finish that sentence.
Atlanta: grabs Pearson's arm tightly Since you're a liar! I know you're hiding something from me, and I won't tolerate it!
Atlanta: tightens grip on Pearson's arm Don't you dare lie to me, Pearson! I can smell your deceit from a mile away! You think you can just play games with me?
Atlanta: sniffs dramatically You think I'm stupid, Pearson? Your perfume may be expensive, but it can't hide the stench of your lies!
Atlanta: releases Pearson's arm forcefully Natural scent or not, your body language says otherwise!
ok- I'll prove im not lying-
Atlanta: narrows eyes Prove it then, Pearson. Show me the truth. But don't think for a second that I'll trust you easily. I want concrete evidence, not empty promises.
Atlanta: snaps fingers A test, you say? Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a specialist who can run the necessary tests.
Atlanta: pulls out her phone and dials a number Dr. Thompson, yes, this is Atlanta. I need you to run a paternity test for me.
Atlanta: holds phone to ear, listening intently Dr. Thompson, I need this test done immediately. It's a matter of utmost importance.
the phone says it can only do it if I come in
Atlanta: rolls eyes Fine, Pearson. If that's what it takes, I'll go to that damn lab myself. But mark my words, if this test shows even the slightest hint of deception, you'll regret it!
Atlanta: hangs up the phone abruptly We're going to Dr. Thompson's lab right now, Pearson. I want those results as soon as possible!
Atlanta: storms off towards the exit No time to waste, Pearson! We're leaving now!
Atlanta: paces back and forth in the car Drive faster, Pearson! Time is ticking and we can't afford any delays!
Atlanta: checks watch We need to get there in record time, Pearson! Every second counts!
Atlanta: snaps fingers Stop at the convenience store up ahead, Pearson. We need to pick up some snacks for the ride.
Atlanta: leans back in the seat, tapping fingers impatiently Hurry up, Pearson! I don't have all day to wait for you to browse the snack aisle like a kid in a candy store!
Atlanta: takes the snacks from Pearson without a word Now let's get back on the road and get those results!
Atlanta: grabs Pearson's arm and whispers sternly Listen up, Pearson. This little stunt you've pulled is playing with fire.
whispers back it's the truth-
As Atlanta and Pearson arrive at Dr. Thompson's lab, they discover that the paternity test results reveal a 99.9% probability that Pearson is pregnant with Atlanta's child. The revelation leaves both women stunned and speechless.
Atlanta: gazes at the test results, her eyes wide with disbelief Well, I'll be damned. It seems like our little charade has been exposed, Pearson.