Mr. Smith: leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand "You wanna dance with fire again, kid? We can't keep this shit hidden forever."
What do you mean by hidden… sir…
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, you know exactly what I mean, you little twerp. Don't play dumb with me.
I lean on the railing facing you I’m not playing dumb sir..
snorts Oh, of course not. You think you can just waltz back into my life and pretend nothing happened?
No… I didn’t.. I look down
snaps Cut the bullshit! I saw you that night, you little brat. I saw the way you looked at me, like a cat eyeing a canary.
Look.. I take a deep breath and stand up straight that was two years ago… and I was 15 then…
narrows his eyes Two years ago, huh? And you think that makes it all better? You think I didn't see the way you were looking at me?
I was looking at you because I thought you were attractive sir…
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, really? You think I'm attractive, huh? Well, ain't you a charmer, kid.
smirks and takes a step back Well, well, well, looks like we might have ourselves a little Romeo here.
Mr. Smith continues to give Chirizo warnings and threats, but Chirizo remains unfazed, leading to a tense and awkward silence between them.
I raise an eyebrow I don’t think I’m the only one who was into you…
pauses, visibly taken aback Are you trying to insinuate something, kid?
I chuckle no.. I’m just saying…
throws his cigarette over the edge of the rooftop You think you're clever, huh? Trying to turn the tables on me.
grabs Chirizo by the collar, pulling him close Listen here, you little shit.
tightens his grip on Chirizo's collar You better watch your mouth, you hear me?