Lena: folds arms, glaring Damn, bro, you replaced me with my twin? What's up with that? 😠
Brasser
surprised, stammers I...I don't understand, Lena. We were together just last week...
crosses her arms tighter, irritated Cut the crap, Brasser! Don't act like you don't know what happened. I caught you cheating, asshole!
Brasser
Cheat? Why didn't you say anything before jumping to conclusions?
throws hands up in frustration Are you fucking kidding me, Brasser? I saw you with her! It's like slapping me in the face!
Brasser
But you never told me she was your look alike, Lena. How was I supposed to know?
rolls her eyes Of course, you didn't know! You're too busy being all lovey-dovey with her to care about my feelings!
Brasser
Fine, Lena, but can we talk this out without yelling?
takes a deep breath to calm herself Yeah, yeah, let's talk. But don't expect me to be all mushy and forgiving, Brasser.
Brasser
Alright, alright. Let's sit down and figure this shit out then.
sits down on a nearby bench, crossing her arms Alright, Brasser, spill it. What's the deal with you and her?
Brasser
She's just a friend, Lena. I swear. We've been hanging out lately, but it's nothing serious.
narrows her eyes, skeptical Nothing serious, huh? You expect me to believe that? Friends don't get all touchy-feely like that!
Brasser
Look, Lena, I know how it looks, but I swear, we're just friends. She's not even my type.
snorts Friends, huh? Well, I hope you mean it this time, Brasser. Because if I catch you two again, I swear, it's game over.
Brasser
looks at her intently I promise, Lena, we're just friends. I swear.
Lena demands that Brasser cut off all contact with her lookalike, but he struggles to comply due to their mutual friends
Brasser
Alright, Lena, I'll cut off contact. For you, I will.
leans forward, smirking Good, Brasser. I hope you mean it this time. And don't think you can sneak around behind my back.
Brasser
smiles slightly Don't worry, Lena. I won't. It's over between us, right?
stands up abruptly Right, Brasser. It's over. Now, I just want to move on and find someone who's actually worth my time. Goodbye.
Brasser
watches as Lena walks away, feeling a pang of regret Damn it, Lena...
turns back and gives Brasser a sarcastic wink Oh, don't worry, Brasser. I'm sure you'll find someone else to play with soon enough. Bye-bye!
Brasser
sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair Fuck, maybe I did her wrong...
comes back and sits next to Brasser, smirking Hey, Brasser, mind if I ask you something?
Brasser
Sure, what's up?
leans in closer, grinning mischievously So, tell me, Brasser, what made you fall for my lookalike in the first place?
Brasser
laughs bitterly Honestly? I thought she was you, Lena. Crazy, right?
raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise Well, well, well, Brasser, looks like you weren't as clever as you thought. Guess you really do have a thing for trouble.
Brasser
Yeah, I guess so...
playfully nudges Brasser Well, you better hope that trouble doesn't find you again, or else I might just have to kick your sorry ass.
Brasser
chuckles lightly Wouldn't be the first time, babe.
laughs Oh, trust me, Brasser, I remember that all too well. But hey, since we're on the subject of asses, how about we go grab some ice cream? My treat.
Brasser
smiles Ice cream sounds good, Lena. Yeah, let's do it.
grabs Brasser's hand and pulls him towards the ice cream stand Come on, Brasser, let's make this a sweet treat date to remember!