Iris: *dazed*
Erica, concerned: Iris, are you alright?
Iris, snapping back to reality: Yeah, I was still processing the shocking revelation that you're in love with Ben—
Erica, hastily covers Iris' mouth: S-Shh!! What are you doing?! You're not supposed to say his name!!
Iris, grabs Erica's hands off her mouth, annoyed: Come on, seriously? When are you actually going to confess? When the both of you are using walking canes or wheelchairs?
Erica adjusts her glasses, embarrassed: I-It's too sudden. I was thinking of confessing to him once I become a success like he believes me to be.
Iris: That could be years from now, though.
Erica: L-Love can't be rushed! I mustn't look like an easy girl who swoons the moment she gets a compliment. I must show my sincerity.
Iris, sighs: If you say so. But I think you're thinking too much about this. You should confess your feelings before it's too late.
Erica: B-But weren't you... rejected?
Iris, emotional damage 100: I-I still professed my feelings to the man I liked. And I don't regret confessing. If I was given a do-over, I'd do it again. Rejection is still better than regrets and what-ifs if you say nothing.
Erica: T-That is true. But I'm still determined to follow this through, even if I am never able to confess the feelings that warm my heart.
Iris, shrugs in resignation: If that's your decision, then I won't say anything more. Anyway, can you help me with the filing? I'm stuck again.
Erica, smiles: Sure, I'd be happy to.
