& DESPERATE.

"I don't know it's kind of nice to talk to someone who always has something to talk about -- it's never a dull moment. Oh, me? Um, nothing really. I've got a job at an ice cream shop --- I've also been thinking about college."

"Yeah, I definitely think so. Maybe a little but I missed your rambling --- it's nice to see you again, really."

"Uh, no, just a little confused. --- Can you repeat what you said?"

"Oh -- sorry, I was thinking about something & just, like, dazed out I guess."

"No -- no, of course not. I'm sure that option is much better."

Did you --- did you poison them??

"Okay -- now you're freakin' me out." But he takes a seat anyway, completely clueless as to why he told him to do so in the first place.

"A secret recipe --- cinnamon, sage?? Don't tell me it's paprika."

What?? Why? Is the batter old?

"Yeah --- it has. You look really good, though. If--- if you don't mind me saying."

He holds his hands up nonchalantly, trying to convince her that it was his fault. The male bends down to pick up a few large pieces, glancing up at the girl when she returns. "No, really, I'm sorry. I'm just clumsy, it's not your fault." Cam stands back up & places the shards of glass on the table. "You look -- uh, you look familiar."