Tears glistening, voice quivering softly "I can't do this anymore! The hiding, the lies – it's killing me!"
sniffs, wipes away tears I'm saying, we need to come clean about our relationship. This secrecy is suffocating us!
leans forward, voice trembling with determination "I can't live like this anymore. The constant whispers, the judgmental stares.
we can move to another country
laughs bitterly Move to another country? Seriously, mean? We're not escaping reality. We have to face it head-on!
fine then we go to a private island
rolls her eyes, exasperated A private island? Are you kidding me, mean? We can't just up and leave everything behind!
throws her hands up in frustration No, mean! We can't just abandon our lives and everyone we know. This isn't some cliché movie scenario.
leans back, crossing her arms Oh, really? So, we're the protagonists in some romantic dramedy now?
yes, so you'll agree it's a good idea?
sighs heavily, rolling her eyes Fine, mean. I'll agree to your ridiculous island escapade, but only on one condition.
smirks, leaning closer If we're going to play pretend in this fairy tale, then I want to make sure we play it right.
grinning mischievously Well, mean, first things first.
picks up a nearby napkin, tapping it against her chin thoughtfully First things first, we need to end all of these unnecessary distractions. No more flings, no more booty calls.
As Rose insists on ending their distractions, mean struggles with feelings of rejection and frustration, leading to a heated argument
claps her hands excitedly Excellent! Now that that's settled, onto the next step. We need to devise a convincing backstory for our new life on the island.
pulls out a notebook and pen Okay, so let's start with the basics. We'll need to come up with some fake identities. Just a name, birthdate, and occupation will do for now.
I was born December 3rd, 1995. I'm a mechanical engineer. My name is Cole Younger
scribbles down the information, grinning Well, Cole, it's nice to meet you. And don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure our story is believable.
okay then what's my occupation?
taps her pen against her chin, thinking Hmm, let's see. With your mechanical engineering skills, how about we make you a genius inventor?
excitedly scribbles down "Inventor" next to "Cole's Occupation" Perfect! And for me, we'll go with "Rena Lavelle."
starts brainstorming, talking rapidly Alright, with our basic information out of the way, let's dive into the nitty-gritty. We need to figure out the logistics of our new life on the island. Where will we live? What will we do for money? How will we survive without going insane?
I'm a billionaire five times over. I think I can invest something
holds up her hand to pause mean's response Hold on there, Cole Younger. I appreciate the sentiment, but we can't rely on your wealth to fund our little island getaway.