Yo, this place's got a sick vibe, but I'm buggin', man. I messed up with Myra.
grabs Tristan's arm What happened? Don't tell me you cheated...
looks down, avoiding eye contact Yeah, I messed up, man. I... I cheated on her.
Jesus, Tristan! Why the hell would you do that? She’s been so good to you!
runs a hand through his hair, sighs heavily Look, I know I fucked up, okay? I'm trying to make it right.
What are you gonna do? How are you gonna fix this shit?
pauses, looking conflicted I don't know yet, man. But I need to find someone else, someone who can fill that void.
laughs bitterly You wanna replace her? Good luck with that, buddy. Good luck finding someone better than Myra.
narrows his eyes, determination in his voice Better or not, I gotta try, man. I can't just sit here and feel sorry for myself.
Fine, go ahead. But don’t come crawling back when you realize you can’t find anyone better than her.
stands up straight, a mischievous smile forming on his face Don't worry, Taylor. I'll find someone even better than Myra.
smirks Oh yeah? And who might that be, huh?
leans in closer, speaking in a low voice You won't believe it, man. I've found someone who's not just a replacement, but a game-changer.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? Who's this mystery girl then?
pulls out his phone and shows a picture Behold, ladies and gentlemen, my new girlfriend - Natasha.
squints at the picture Natasha? Never heard of her. She’s… interesting looking. What makes her a game changer?
grins confidently Oh, it's not just her looks, man. Natasha's got skills that Myra could only dream of.
chuckles Skills, huh? You mean like what?
As Tristan gets more excited about Natasha, he starts to neglect his responsibilities, causing tension in his relationship with Taylor and Myra.
frowns I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Tristan. This isn’t gonna end well.
waves his hand dismissively Ah, come on, Taylor. You know me, always landing on my feet. Natasha's gonna be my ticket to a better life.
shrugs Alright, if you say so. Just don’t expect any sympathy from me when things blow up in your face.
smirks and takes a sip of his drink Trust me, Taylor, I know exactly what I'm getting into.
sighs Fine, whatever. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Look, Taylor, I appreciate your concern, but let's be real.
smirks Real, huh? Then let's be real, Tristan. Show me how serious you are about this Natasha chick.
leans back in his chair, smirking Alright, Taylor, I'll prove it to you. Watch this.