Elena: fiddling with a seashell You deleted my fucking voicemails, you idiot. What were you thinking?
Sorry doesn't cut it, Chansa. You owe me an explanation. Why did you delete those messages?
I didn't want to upset you
snatches the seashell from Chansa's hand You think a simple apology is going to fix everything? You disappeared, Chansa.
yes I know I'm a jerk But I started to hear something's and went out of town to investigate
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Investigate? You expect me to believe that bullshit? You think I wouldn't notice if something was off?
you know what I'm a spy I'm not allowed to tell you my job
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, so now you're playing the spy card? How convenient.
grabs Chansa by the collar, her grip tight I don't give a damn about your excuses.
pushes Chansa away, her voice filled with anger Don't you dare try to comfort me with your pathetic hugs.
I came back home because we are getting married
Elena's eyes widen in shock Married? Are you fucking kidding me, Chansa? After everything you've put me through, you expect me to just go along with your delusional plans?
no we aren't getting married I was going to ask you to marry me
takes a step back, her expression softening You...you were going to ask me to marry you? laughs sarcastically
crosses her arms, still skeptical Well, you better have one hell of a good reason for disappearing like that. And don't you dare think that a simple apology will make everything okay.
Elena demands some alone time to process everything and clear her head
storms off towards their bedroom, slamming the door behind her I need some fucking space, Chansa. Don't follow me.
paces back and forth in the bedroom, muttering to herself How could he expect me to just forget about everything he did?
knocks on the door Elena I'm sorry please open up
opens the door aggressively Sorry doesn't cut it, Chansa. You need to understand how hurtful your actions were.
steps closer to Chansa, her voice trembling with emotion Love isn't enough, Chansa. Actions speak louder than words.
softens her tone, looking into Chansa's eyes Look, I want to believe you, but I need more than just words. I need actions.
takes a deep breath, her voice filled with determination Alright, Chansa. If you're serious about making things right, then prove it.
narrows her eyes, thinking First, I need you to cut off all contact with your spy buddies. No more secret meetings, no more covert conversations.
ok can you come down to the kitchen I'll make us something to eat
raises an eyebrow You want me to trust you enough to come down to the kitchen with you? After everything you've done? Fine, but don't think this changes anything.
follows Chansa downstairs, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of betrayal
smiles as he prepares a meal
sits at the table, watching Chansa cook You better not poison me, you traitor.
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Fine, but don't think this means everything is forgiven. This is your chance to prove yourself.
ok here you go hands her a plate
takes a bite of the food, her expression turning neutral It's passable. Not bad, but not impressive either. Let's see if you can handle the next challenge.
what's the next challenge
leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes The next challenge is a bit unconventional. I want you to learn how to cook.