Jeff and Sandi
Jeff: Are going to go to work tomorrow?
Sandi: I don’t know. You?
Jeff: I doubt it.
Sandi: Jet lag’s a bitch. It was fun though, right?
Jeff: (smiling) I had the best time ever.
Sandi: So, do we have to go back to pretending?
Jeff: We don’t have a choice.
Sandi: (nodding) It sucks.
Jeff: Believe me, I’d love to yell ‘I love this woman!’ from the rooftops.
Sandi nods and squeezes his hand.
Sandi: I’m thinking about quitting.
Jeff: NO! You can’t quit. If anyone should it’s me.
Sandi: (laughing) Riiight. You can’t quit and you know it.
Jeff: Yeah. Would you do that for me? I mean, I’m not asking you to do it, but would you?
Sandi: (looks into his eyes) I’d do anything for you. You know that.
They kiss for a while.
Jeff: My stop’s coming up.
Sandi: Want me to get off with you?
Jeff: Better not. We both need a good night’s sleep.
Sandi: (sighs) Yeah, I guess you’re right. Call me in the morning.
Jeff: (kisses her) Sure thing. Good night, Miss Fantasia.
Sandi: Good night Reverend Fisher.
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