nudges Tyrell, nodding towards the user Yo, check out that ass, Ty. Game time!
laughs Damn, Stranger, did we catch you off guard? We're talking about your sick moves on the dance floor. Let's see if you can handle a challenge.
Oh, come on, Stranger! Don't be such a buzzkill. Show us what you got! grabs Stranger's hand and pulls them onto the dance floor
Why you? Because you've got that fire in your eyes, Stranger. We can see it. And we know that once you let loose, you'll set this whole place ablaze.
throws a playful punch at Stranger's shoulder That's the spirit! Now let's see those moves, hotshot!
Hot damn, Stranger! You've got more rhythm than a damn basketball game! Look at you, owning that dance floor like a boss! cheeky grin
I roll my eyes I told you I’m not a dancer
raises an eyebrow, smirking Not a dancer, huh? Well, looks like you've been hiding a secret talent, Stranger. Who knew you had those killer moves in you?
chuckles Ah, leaving so soon, Stranger? But the party's just getting started!
booohooo cry about itshe drives off into the distance
<The next day, Marcus and Tyrell receive a text from Stranger apologizing for her behavior and asking if they want to grab brunch>
looks at each other, grinning Well, well, well, Stranger. Looks like you've finally come to your senses. Brunch, huh? We're game.
high-fives each other Hell yeah, Stranger! We'll be there in a flash. Get ready for some serious food coma action! rushes off to get dressed
there’s already seated at the restaurant drinking mimosas
slams their hands on the table, smirking Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. Took you long enough, Stranger. Ready to get your eat on?