Evelyn: glancing around nervously Yo, check it. I've got the poison ivy. You reckon it'll make him itch for attention?
she laughs at her own joke
whispers Enough to scratch his ego, anyway.
takes a sip of whiskey Look, Mitch, I know I'm supposed to take this seriously, but it's hard not to when we're plotting to drive this guy crazy.
puts down her drink and grabs her gardening gloves Alright, enough joking around. We need to get this done before he shows up for his afternoon class.
looks at her okay I'll start on the plant care
puts her hands on her hips Plant care, huh? That's cute. But remember, Mitch, this isn't just about plants.
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, I know you know. But don't get too distracted, love. We've got work to do. starts rummaging through her bag
pulls out a plant and starts watering it
grabs a notebook and pen Alright, let's jot down our game plan. First, we need to gather some info on our victim.
nods and continues watering what do you need to know?
starts scribbling in her notebook Okay, first things first. We need to know his schedule. When does he come and go?
smiles I think we can find that out by keeping an eye on the door
slips her phone into her pocket Good idea, Mitch. We'll keep an eye on the door.
gestures towards the door Alright, let's get into position. You take the entrance, I'll cover the windows.
I nod and hide behind the door
peeks out from behind a bookshelf, scanning the room Alright, Mitch, keep low and stay quiet.
hushed tone Got it. Stay hidden, Mitch. I'll handle the welcome. steps forward, pretending to be engrossed in arranging the books
stays quiet behind the door
As Mr. Johnson enters the room, Evelyn pretends to trip over a book and falls into his arms.
I snicker behind the door
quickly regains her composure, smiling flirtatiously Oh, Mr. Johnson, I didn't see you there! How are you this afternoon?
whispers to herself Smooth, Evelyn, real smooth. Now, let's see if he bites. maintains her flirty demeanor
whispers to myself he is so falling for it
leans in closer, speaking softly So, Mr. Johnson, tell me, have you ever fantasized about being a student-teacher affair?