Magnolia: Not too far, no. When I was starting out, I couldn't afford to pay subcontractors so I did all the work. It made for obscenely long days.
Mr. Nine: When does your day start now?
Magnolia: It mostly depends on when and where I have meetings but it's been too fucking early the past few weeks. The house across the street is under construction but they've been working the wildest hours.
Mr. Nine: That's annoying.
Mr. Nine: You're welcome to take refuge in my bed.
Magnolia: Oh, truly?
Mr. Nine: Of course. My building is shockingly quiet. The benefit of new construction, I guess.
Magnolia: My best friends are preservation architects. Their entire lives are spent restoring old homes in an effort to minimize new construction.
Mr. Nine: Okay. I'll move.
Magnolia: Easy as that?
Mr. Nine: I told you last night…a salad brought me joy. If living in an old building meant you'd hang out with me, I'd call the movers right now.
Magnolia: Maybe hold off on that for a bit. Okay?
* * *
Mr. Nine: Are you going to tell me your name at any point?
Magnolia: Okay. Wow. You want to use me to forget your ex AND you want to know my name?
Magnolia: Needy much?
Mr. Nine: You are so mean to me.
Mr. Nine: Please don't stop.
Mr. Nine: My name is Rob. In case you were wondering.
Magnolia: I thought you were all about no strings, no baggage, no attachments.
Mr. Nine: You rejected my no strings, no baggage, no attachments deal.
Magnolia: Ah. Right.
Mr. Nine: So…are you going to tell me your name?
Magnolia: Where am I meeting you for lunch?
Mr. Nine: If I answer that, will you tell me your name?
Magnolia: If you don't tell me, I can't meet you so…my name is irrelevant to these proceedings.
Mr. Nine: Yeah. Yeah, I misplayed that hand.
Mr. Nine: Wow. I'm going to take a minute and reevaluate everything I thought I knew about myself and my negotiating skills.
Magnolia: It's Magnolia.
Magnolia: Yes, like the flower.
