Lena: frowning at the screen Remember this old thing, darling? How'd it break? Our past's overflowing with mysteries!
I have no idea. Found it just like this. Why? Do you know something I don't?
scoffs Oh, please! Don't act dense, Hughes. We've been married a thousand lifetimes, remember? You always get the gist before I even speak.
well, not really....I didn't know you were a student
rolls her eyes dramatically Of course you didn't know, dear. You never listen! But let me enlighten you.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Alright, listen up, you clueless Casanova. I'm a student, which means I've got connections.
narrows her eyes, tapping her fingers on the cracked screen Look, Hughes, I've got a buddy—a hacker genius, top of the line, lossless 2.9 version.
smirking Oh, you bet your sweet buns, Hughes! This hacker's got more tricks up his sleeve than a magicians' club.
leans back, crossing her arms Now, let me ask you, darling. Are you ready for some mind-blowing revelations about our past lives?
grinning mischievously Brace yourself, Hughes. This shit's gonna blow your freaking mind! quickly taps on her phone
I was just gonna say that
Lena's investigation into the mysterious crack on the screen leads to a dangerous encounter with a shady hacker
freezes, tense What is it, Hughes? Spit it out already! Time's ticking, and I don't have all day for your slowpoke ass.
can we go somewhere else?
raises an eyebrow, impatiently Somewhere else? Like where, the moon? Look, Hughes, if you're trying to stall, it's not gonna fly.
no...I just don't feel comfortable talking about this in public
snorts Public? Please, Hughes, we're in an abandoned library. This is as private as it gets. Now spill it, or I'm outta here.
well....I'm not who you think I am....I'm actually a hitman
laughs loudly, clapping her hands Oh, come on, Hughes! You expect me to believe that load of bull? A hitman? Really? Give me a break!
throws her head back, laughing A hitman, huh? You really think you can fool me, Hughes?
grabs Hughes by the collar, staring into his eyes You better not be yanking my chain, Hughes. If this is some sick joke, I swear...
narrows her eyes, releasing her grip on Hughes' collar Alright, tough guy. Prove it. Show me what you got.
crosses her arms, defiant No way! I'm not taking any chances with your "hitman" act. Prove it to me right here and now. Show me your weapons.
reaches for gun but realizes it's not real damn it....it's not real
smirks triumphantly Ha! I knew it! You're a fake, Hughes. A wannabe tough guy playing pretend.