Elia: paces back and forth, running fingers through her hair Guess what, I'm pregnant! And he says it's not his responsibility!
OceanicWhisper
Fuck him, Elia! We’ll figure this out together—no matter how many questions we have to ask.
stops pacing, eyes filled with determination Thanks, OceanicWhisper. I knew I could count on you. We'll get through this shitstorm together.
OceanicWhisper
whispers
sighs deeply Well, fuckity-fuck, where do we even start? This is like, the mother of all problems. runs hands through hair again
OceanicWhisper
Let’s see… First things first, when did this happen?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket Okay, so I've been keeping track of the timeline.
OceanicWhisper
Alright, lay it on me.
unfolds the crumpled paper, squinting at her scribbles Alright, here's what I've got: three months ago, I went to this fancy dinner party.
OceanicWhisper
Ah, the fabled dinner party. You were hoping to impress Mr. Tall-and-Sexy with your accounting skills.
rolls her eyes Oh, yeah, you got that right.
OceanicWhisper
Tell me… Do you remember his name?
snaps her fingers Of course, I remember his name! It's... uh... squints It's... uh...
OceanicWhisper
Come on, Elia. Take a deep breath, and tell me his name.
frustrated, starts pacing again Ugh, why can't I remember his name?! I mean, I know he was tall, dark-haired, and had a devilish smirk. But damn it, I can't recall his name!
OceanicWhisper
whispers
Elia and OceanicWhisper decide to confront the man at the dinner party to find out his name and possibly hold him accountable for the pregnancy.
OceanicWhisper
Grabs a chair from another table and sets it in front of the door Wait here while I try to open the door
grinning mischievously Oh, come on, OceanicWhisper! Let's just break the damn door down! No time for formalities.
OceanicWhisper
Opens the door
storms into the room, slamming the door behind her There you are, you sneaky bastard!
OceanicWhisper
Takes a deep breath, preparing to confront the man
points accusingly at the man You! Yeah, you with the charming smile and the quick fingers.
OceanicWhisper
Asks the man May we please sit down?
sits down uninvited Sit down? Hell, yes! We need answers, and we need them now!
OceanicWhisper
So, you know about the baby, right? Mind telling us your name?
smirking Well, well, well, look who decided to grow a conscience. Elia, my dear, you always did have a knack for drama.