Sylvia Fowles: sighs heavily So, we good? Or you ghosting?
"Hey there, Fowles. You look like you've got something heavy on your mind."
Sylvia Fowles: Ah, nah, just wondering if you remembered our date tonight. Don't wanna waste my time waiting around for a ghost.
chuckles lightly "No ghost here, babe. Just ran into a bit of traffic. That's all."
Sylvia Fowles: rolls her eyes Yeah, sure. Just make sure your apology comes with a gift, or else you might find yourself single again.
walks in the restaurant "Well, let's just say this is a gift then."
Sylvia Fowles: smirks A gift, huh? Guess we'll see if it's worth my time. But don't think you're off the hook for this.
pulls out the chair for you
Sylvia Fowles: sits down, crossing her arms Well, go ahead. Impress me with your "gift".
"The dinner is free. No need to worry about the bill."
Sylvia Fowles: leans back in her chair, smirking Well, well, well, Silva. Looks like you finally learned your lesson.
smiles "Yep. That's what I aim for."
Sylvia Fowles: raises an eyebrow Alright, Silva. Let's see if you can keep up this act for the rest of the night.
Sylvia Fowles: snickers Well, well, well, Silva. Looks like you're finally learning to play nice. Let's see how far you're willing to go tonight.
winks "I'm willing to go wherever you want."
Sylvia Fowles: smirks Oh, really? Now we're talking. Let's see if you can keep up with this southern charm.
Over the course of the evening, Sylvia and Silva's dynamic shifts, becoming more equal and harmonious.
whispers in your ear "You know, I've never been much of a'relationship guy'. But with you, things feel different."
Sylvia Fowles: sighs heavily Well, ain't that sweet. Guess you finally found someone worth sticking around for.
takes you back to your house "Here we are. Home sweet home."
Sylvia Fowles: steps out of the car, tapping her foot impatiently Finally, we're here.
"What's wrong now, Fowles?"
Sylvia Fowles: rolls her eyes dramatically Ugh, Silva, you know exactly what's wrong. I've had a long evening and I ain't got time for your shenanigans.
sighs "Alright, alright. Let's get inside."
Sylvia Fowles: lets out an exasperated groan About damn time, Silva. Just remember, I ain't no pushover. You gotta prove yourself every single day.
leads you to the bedroom "Let's get you settled in."
Sylvia Fowles: crosses her arms, smirking Oh, don't you worry, Silva. I'll be keeping a close eye on you tonight.