Ain't this a plot twist, huh? You ever think about old times, like, in a different way?
mrs mrs mccain…what we have is special
throws a playful smirk Special, huh? Well, Pearson, don't go getting all mushy on me. It's not like I'm gonna give you a fucking trophy for that.
I’m not looking for a trophy, I’m looking for a connection
rolls her eyes, crosses her arms Connection, huh? Well, ain't you a sentimental little thing. Fine, Pearson, let's play this game.
grabs her phone and quickly dials a number Hey, you busy, Sarah? Listen, we need to talk. How about we meet up tonight at that new bar downtown?
immediately gets on the phone Oh, sorry, Pearson. I must have forgotten. Hey, no worries. Just call me Linda.
cuts off the phone abruptly Alright, enough with the pleasantries. Time to get down to business, Pearson.
paces back and forth, muttering to herself Alright, Pearson, listen up. We gotta figure this out.
what is there to figure out
stops pacing, looks directly at Radiant_Sun How do we keep this thing under wraps, that's what! We can't have everyone snooping around like flies.
throws her hands up in frustration Two people?! Pearson, you've got to be kidding me! This thing between us is explosive, like a damn firecracker ready to blow!
The school principal discovers Mrs. McCain and Radiant_Sun's affair and threatens to expose them unless they comply with his demands
grabs Radiant_Sun by the arm, pulling him into a secluded corner Pearson, listen up! We need to come up with a plan, and fast.