(Malory)
“You intrigue me,” I say, “You’re stubborn... and arrogant, but also mysterious… and kind. You’re one piece of a puzzle that has never fully been put together. I’ve found a strange and magnificent delight, being in your company.”
Kyle is slouched over on my couch –his eyes are running lazily over the lines as I read them. “This is so cheesy,” he laughs.
I smirk, “Just try it. You’ll get it eventually.”
He clears his throat. “With what reservation should I take this comment? C’est un compliment?”
“Set,” I correct him. “Pronounce it like Seh. Seht ong complimon.”
“Yea,” he says, rolling his eyes, “That.”
I drop my script onto my lap. “Say it, Kyle. You have to get it right,” I giggle. “It’s a French play.”