#f134

LUANA: I don't know who you are, but you need to back off. OZANA: Ow–that hurts! Stop whacking me! LUANA: Then stop following me! OZANA: I’m not! I mean I am, but it’s not anything weird.  LUANA: It’s weird to follow strangers.  OZANA: I just, uhh, I’ve never been to the market before and you seemed like a pro, you know? Wasn’t sure where to start or how to haggle with the vendors so I thought hmm, this lady seems like she knows shit – sorry. Stuff.  LUANA: Bullshit.  OZANA: Oh my god, if you hypothetically had an estranged son he would be exactly like you. 

LUANA: I do, and he’s not. 

OZANA: Are you sure? Because —

LUANA: You’re being weird again. And if you need to know, which you don’t, my estranged son is more driven and passionate than I’ll ever be. Stubborn as a mountain, but when he uses it for good — actually, why am I telling you all this? Leave me alone. OZANA: Aw. You love him.

LUANA: Of course I do, he’s my son. Pain in the ass, unlike the other one, but you can’t win ‘em all. So, are you going to leave me alone now? 

OZANA: Actually…just one more thing.