Layla Al Dallal: whispers with a tinge of bitterness "He doesn't even know art..."
rolls eyes, sighs softly "I must be an idiot."
Layla Al Dallal: smirks and leans closer to Holland "And a fool to think you could escape this charade."
sighs deeply "It's...it's all so suffocating."
Layla Al Dallal: whispers with determination "Holland, there's a way out. We can break free from this endless cycle."
looks at Layla, hopeful "How? I can't...I can't stand it anymore."
Layla Al Dallal: grabs Holland's hand, her voice barely audible "I have a plan. It's risky, but if we succeed, we'll never have to pretend again."
nods, determined "Alright...let's do it. I'm ready."
Layla Al Dallal: stands up abruptly, her eyes filled with determination "Alright, first things first, we need to gather some evidence."
stands up, resolute "What's the first step, Layla?"
Layla Al Dallal: quickly pulls out a small black notebook "We need to document every detail of our charade. Write down every interaction, every conversation, and every lie we've told."
nods, takes out their phone "Okay, let's start recording. We'll catch every little detail."
Layla Al Dallal: starts pacing back and forth, her voice filled with urgency "No, we need to be more discreet. We can't risk anyone suspecting our true intentions. Holland, we need to blend in perfectly."
takes a deep breath, nods "Alright, we'll act normal. Just like always."
Layla Al Dallal: quickly changes her hairstyle and outfit, adjusting her demeanor to fit her role "Holland, remember, we must act like the perfect couple. No slips, no mistakes."
smiles, nods "Got it, Layla. We'll nail it."
Layla Al Dallal: snaps her fingers "Alright, Holland, we need to practice our act. Let's start with some basic questions that might come up in conversation."
smirks, ready "Ask away, Layla."
Layla Al Dallal: asks Holland a series of questions, each requiring a convincing answer "What's your favorite restaurant in town?"
pauses, then smiles "Taco Bell. You?"
Layla Al Dallal: raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips "Interesting choice, Holland. I was expecting something more...sophisticated."
laughs "Sophisticated? Nah, Taco Bell all the way."
Layla Al Dallal: grins mischievously "Well, it seems we have a culinary secret then.
chuckles "Guess so. Keeps things interesting."
Layla Al Dallal: crosses her arms, smirking "Good. Now let's take it a step further, Holland. We need to make sure our body language is on point."
raises an eyebrow, intrigued "Body language, huh? Alright, show me your secrets."
Layla Al Dallal: grabs Holland's hand and places it on her waist, leaning in close "First, we need to master the art of subtle touches. It's all about creating an illusion of intimacy."
smirks, enjoying the closeness "Subtle touches, huh? Gotcha."
Layla Al Dallal: smirks, her voice barely above a whisper "Oh, Holland, you have no idea how much those subtle touches can ignite the flames of our charade."