Page 52 of His & Hers

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What are you watching anyway?

LAYLA:

The Godfather.

I exhaled then, closing my eyes as I contemplated asking her to marry me instead. My Uber arrived, and I sank into the seat, grateful to be going home finally.

ZANE:

Michael Corleone…

LAYLA: Yes! I love him.

ZANE: You know he isn’t real, right?

LAYLA: I know, but…

ZANE:Would he make you an offer you couldn’t refuse?

LAYLA: I’d have to say no even to him :(

ZANE: Jeez. You must love this guy.

She didn’t reply, and I frowned.

ZANE: You don’t have to answer that.

LAYLA: Okay. I won’t.

I frowned at my screen, gazing out of the window as the city sped by. Why couldn’t she answer a simple question like that? He was going to be her husband.

ZANE:

Of course. But now my curiosity is piqued... what makes Micheal Corleone so special?

LAYLA: Tall, dark, and handsome, of course.

ZANE: You’re killing me here.

LAYLA: Haha. You are tall, platinum blond, and gorgeous.

ZANE: You make me sound like a damn Barbie doll…

LAYLA: Oh hush. You know you’re hot.

ZANE: Hotter than Corleone?

LAYLA: He’s fictional, though. You’re not.

ZANE: So?

LAYLA: It’s okay to fall in love with a fictional character.

ZANE: Tell me about it. Many of my mistresses belong in books or the screen.

LAYLA: Ooh. Like who?

ZANE: Wouldn’t you like to know?

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