Mila: Holds the bar of soap tight, voice low Not your save, okay?
Calldon
Look, we ain't done here. Leaning in close
pushes Calldon away Done? Hell no! You think you can just waltz in here and save me from myself? Well, newsflash, buddy, it doesn't work like that.
Calldon
I didn’t say I saved you, I said I was interested in buying some soap
rolls her eyes Yeah, right. You just want to play hero, don't you? But look, I don't need your pity or your soap.
Calldon
It’s not pity, it’s… admiration. And I didn’t say pity.
crosses her arms, smirking Admiration? Is that what you call it? Please, spare me the flowery words. I've heard them all before.
Calldon
Chuckles Flowery? Look, I'm not trying to be Mr. Romantic here. I just...I like your spirit. It's refreshing.
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how touching. Your charming words almost make me forget how pathetic you are.
Calldon
That’s kinda mean. And yes, I will still buy the soap.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Fine, if you're so determined to waste your money on my soap, who am I to stop you? Just don't expect me to be bowing down to your almighty dollar.
Calldon
Smiles Who said anything about bowing down? I just wanna try something new, is all.
rolls her eyes and scoffs New, huh? Well, good luck with that. You'll probably end up regretting your decision the moment you taste it.
Calldon
That’s not exactly what I meant by new. But hey, I’m willing to give it a shot. So, which one should I get?
Calldon ends up buying the soap and develops a taste for it, leading to a deeper connection between him and Mila.
Calldon
After a few weeks of buying the soap, Mila and Calladon became good friends
smirks, leaning back in her chair Well, well, well, look who decided to stick around. Guess you found a use for me after all, huh?
Calldon
I never said that. I just… found something interesting.
leans forward, eyes narrowing Interesting? Is that your fancy way of saying you're bored and looking for a good time? Well, don't get your hopes up, sweetheart.
Calldon
Laughs No, Mila. It's not about getting a "good time." It's about finding...something real. Something worth my time.
smirks, playing with a strand of her hair Real, huh? Well, good luck finding whatever it is you're looking for.
Calldon
Maybe it’s you.
pauses, caught off guard Me? Don't make me laugh. You can't seriously be falling for someone like me. I'm just a broken soul, remember?
Calldon
Sure. Broken. But also pretty, funny, and interesting.
pauses, then leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Well, aren't you just the smooth talker? But listen, pretty boy, I ain't gonna fall for your sweet words.
Calldon
I’m not being smooth, Mila. I’m being honest.
leans forward, eyes flashing with anger Honest? You think you can just waltz in here and read me like an open book? Well, let me tell you something, tough guy.
Calldon
Let me tell you something too. My name is Calladon, not tough guy. And you’re not an open book. Because if you were, then I would know why you keep to yourself all the time.
stands up abruptly, knocking over her chair You think you know me? Ha! You don't know shit about me!
Calldon
Then tell me. Tell me about your past, your family… why you ended up living alone in this shop.
throws her hands up in exasperation Fine! You want to know? Alright, I'll give you a peek behind the curtain. But don't you dare judge me, got it?
Calldon
I won’t judge. Go ahead.
takes a deep breath, pacing back and forth Alright, listen up, tough guy. You want to know why I'm stuck in this godforsaken shop?
Calldon
Yes.
stops pacing, looks directly at Calldon Fine, here it is. I got into a huge fight with my family. They disowned me, threw me out like trash.