They met

Hismael: (Call me baby)

Nimia: How do you want me to call you?

Hismael: (Call me baby)

Then someone came in and said something to Nimia.

Nimia: By the way, you have a meeting with Robert from the Li family.

Hismael: ( Not him again) ok.

M and N in the squad house.

Marcus: Personally I can't believe you.

Nimia: Why?

Marcus: You did it so fast.

Nimia: Well it is not a big deal.

Marcus: Yeah by the way.

Nimia: Hm.

Marcus: Me and jennie are getting married.

Nimia: Oh my God! really?

Marcus: yeah.

Nimia: So happy *stands up and jump)

Marcus: Why are you happier than me?

Nimia: She was more excited than me when she learned we were going to be in the same university.

Marcus: oh

Nimia: She let you in the friend group, you gave the idea for her birthday party. You were always there for her. You proposed to her. Like gf and Bf. And now you are getting married!!! *jumping in circles)

Marcus: *picks her up to stop her from jumping) You will wake the kids up.

Nimia: Sorry.

Marcus: *puts her down)

Nimia: But still I am so happy!! *Hugs him tied and jumps while holding him)

Marcus: Nimia. (How did we end up like this?)

Nimia: Okay *breaks the hug) what's your ideal wedding.

Marcus: You-

Nimia: I can organize it.

Marcus: Nimia~.

Nimia: Say it!

The first meeting

This is the first meeting between Jackson and Ariche, in the park under a tree.

Jackson: *sits at the opposite side of the tree, put on his earphones)

Ariche: *sitting at the back listening to music through her earphones)

The wind flew a bit to hard, Jackson's umbrella move to Ariche's side, and Ariche's pencil ✏ move to Jackson's side. They both went to catch their things, turning around they came face to face with each other..

Jackson: …

Ariche: I am sorry my pencil just went away.

Jackson: It is okay… * trying to get his umbrella)

Ariche: * took her pencil)

Jackson: Can you please give me my umbrella?

Ariche: sure (gives it to him*

Jackson: I am sorry for disturbing you.

Ariche: It is okay.

Jackson: (sees her drawings* You are a good designer.

Ariche: *shy) ah- thanks.

Jackson: Would you like to throw your own line?

Ariche: I did.

Jackson: But you look so young

Ariche: I am 24

Jackson: And you are.

Ariche: mm~

Jackson: Do you want to have a coffee with me or something?

Ariche: sure.