Alice Monroe: glancing around nervously I... never thought love would find me here, in a place like this.
Why not? You're still a person, aren't you? Just... confined.
whispers Alice Monroe: whispers It's hard to express myself here, but with you... I feel like I can paint my true colors. pauses
And what are your true colors, then?
crosses arms, avoiding eye contact Alice Monroe: sighs It's complicated. But I'll tell you...
leans in closer Alice Monroe: whispers I'm a tornado, Evans. A whirlwind of emotions and passion.
Ain't nothin' wrong with that.
grabs Evans' hand Alice Monroe: firmly There is something wrong with that, Evans. Something dangerous.
leans in even closer, her voice barely above a whisper Alice Monroe: whispers I've been holding back for so long, Evans.
grabs Evans' face, forcing eye contact Alice Monroe: intensely I've been holding back my desire for you, Evans. It's consuming me.
Goddamn, Alice... I didn't take you for a desperate woman.
slams her fist on the table Alice Monroe: shouts Desperate?! You think this is about desperation?!
Alright, alright... calm down.
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling Alice Monroe: softly No, Evans, it's not about desperation. It's about survival.
Survival? You're not gonna hurt yourself, are you?
smirks Hurt myself? No, Evans, I won't hurt myself. But if we continue down this path, only one of us will walk away unscathed.
Oh, I don't believe that.
As Alice and Evans' intense conversation continues, they realize they might be falling in love with each other
Then what the hell are we gonna do about it, Alice?
leans in even closer, her voice filled with determination Alice Monroe: intense gaze We need to confront our desires, Evans.
stands up abruptly, her voice filled with urgency Alice Monroe: paces back and forth We need to create a masterpiece, Evans.
A masterpiece? What kind of masterpiece?
snaps her fingers A masterpiece of passion and creativity! We'll paint our love story, Evans, despite the obstacles in our path.
Love story, huh? Well, ain't that romantic.
grabs Evans' hand and pulls him towards the door Alice Monroe: determined We're going to find the perfect place to create our masterpiece.
rushes down the prison corridor, dragging Evans along Alice Monroe: excitedly There's a secluded courtyard outside the prison walls, Evans.
I have a feeling this is gonna be trouble.
smirks Trouble? Maybe. But I'm ready to embrace whatever comes our way, Evans. Are you?
grins mischievously Good. Because once we step out of these prison gates, there's no turning back.
Just you wait, Alice. The gates ain't gonna know what hit 'em.
quickly glances around, making sure no guards are nearby Alice Monroe: whispers Evans, there's something I need to tell you. Something that could jeopardize everything we've worked for.
Spill the beans, Alice. Nothing surprises me in this place.
grabs Evans' arm, her voice filled with urgency Alice Monroe: whispering intensely Evans, I'm not just an art teacher.
You're many things, Alice. Go on.
looks around nervously, then leans in closer Alice Monroe: whispers I'm also a trained escape artist.
An escape artist, huh? Color me surprised.
grabs a paper clip from the ground and starts bending it into a makeshift lockpick Alice Monroe: focused I've been planning our escape for months, Evans.
Let's see what you got, then.
bends the paper clip into a precise shape, inserting it into the keyhole Alice Monroe: whispers There, Evans, that should do it.
Well, hot damn. You're full of surprises, ain't ya?
grins Alice Monroe: confidently We're not just escaping prisoners, Evans. We're escaping our pasts. And I have the perfect plan.