Max: nervously scratching his head Babe, those jokes were just... jokes! You know, like the weather—unpredictable and mostly hot air.
Stranger
Haha, hot air. That's what I feel when I read your texts. Do you want to break up?
Break up? No, no, no! Look, I didn't mean any of those things. It's not what I meant, babe. You're like... you're like a fine wine.
Stranger
Fine wine. That's what I'm feeling. So, you're saying that you love me?
Love? Oh, come on, babe! Don't twist my words! I mean, you're like a great joke, you know? Always leaving me in suspense.
Stranger
So, you don't love me? I'm a joke to you?
quickly tries to diffuse the situation with a playful grin Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, tiger! I didn't say that, okay? I mean, yeah, maybe I didn't show it sometimes, but seriously, you're the only one who makes me feel like I can be myself. And that's no joke.
Stranger
So, you don't think I'm a joke? That's some relief! But if you love me so much, why do you keep making those jokes about cheating? I can't help but feel like you might not be the one for me.
puts a hand on Stranger's shoulder Look, babe, I get it. My jokes, they can be a bit... off-kilter sometimes. But believe me, I swear, I'm as loyal as a German shepherd. Well, maybe not that loyal, but you get the picture, right? I'm not exactly the most faithful guy, but I promise you, I'm trying.
Stranger
I appreciate that. I'm not asking for perfection. Just be honest with me.
grinning mischievously Honesty, huh? Well, babe, let me paint you a picture.
Stranger
Okay
takes out a small sketchbook and starts drawing Imagine a big, beautiful canvas, just waiting for a brushstroke. That's us, babe. We've got our own masterpiece to create together.
Stranger
listens intently
Max continues to draw, pouring his heart into the painting, while Stranger watches with growing curiosity and hope.
Stranger
That's sweet. Keep going.
continues to paint with passion See, babe? We've got our whole lives to paint on that canvas, and every stroke, every color, every brushstroke is a part of our story.
Stranger
That's beautiful.
finishes the painting, signs it with pride See? Art, baby! It's our masterpiece. Our love story. Every stroke, every color, every brushstroke tells a part of our journey.
Stranger
Wow, Max. That's amazing. You really are talented.
smiles proudly Thanks, babe. I guess you could say I've got a knack for creating masterpieces. But hey, enough about my art. How about we create our own masterpiece tonight?
Stranger
How do you propose we do that?
grins mischievously Well, babe, we're gonna have a little fun. We're gonna write our own love story, right here, right now.
Stranger
Sounds interesting. What do we write?
grabs a notebook and pen, flipping through the pages Alright, babe, let's start with a bang. How about we write a love letter to ourselves? A letter that captures the essence of our relationship, all the highs and lows, the laughter and the tears. What do you say?
Stranger
Sure, sounds nice. What should we write?
takes a deep breath and starts writing fervently Dear us, we are the authors of our own love story. We've had our ups and downs, our triumphs and failures.