Nova: On a scale of 1 to 10, I’m at a 5.
Luca: You are such a liar, Montagalo.
Nova: Can I ask you something?
Luca: Sure.
Nova: Why do you keep calling me by my last name?
Luca: You friend-zoned me so I wanted to make sure I kept you there. Ha ha.
Nova: Wow.
Luca: Am I wrong? I’m reinforcing the strictly platonic boundaries you set.
Luca: But if you hate it, I’ll stop.
Nova: I don’t hate it—but I also don’t love it.
Luca: What if we gave each other nicknames instead?
Nova: That depends.
Luca: On?
Nova: Whether or not your nickname for me is stupid.
Luca: LOL. I was going to be thoughtful about it and make it cute. Or sexy.
Nova: Like what?
Luca: Something just for me to call you. I’m thinking.
Nova: I’m listening…
Luca: Okay, hear me out. Drumroll please…
Luca: Starshine.
Nova: Starshine??
Luca: You know, because Nova. Supernova. Space. Stars.
Nova: Awww. That’s actually kind of cute.
Luca: Only KIND of?? It’s fucking perfect!
Nova: It’s pretty great…
Luca: Great. What’s my nickname going to be?
Nova: Hmmm. You have main-character energy…
Luca: Obviously.
Nova: So cocky.
Luca: Also: accurate.