Looks can be deceiving. I don’t know your endurance level.
Harris:
My endurance level?
Lucy:
You know, how long you can last.
Lucy:
On a hike.I meant on a Hike!
Harris:
Sure you did.
Lucy:
Don’t make this weird.
Harris:
Too late. It’s already weird. And you sure are cute when you’re flustered.
Lucy:
How do you know I’m flustered.
Harris:
I’m not talking about right now—I’m talking about the times I’ve seen you in person. It’s cute that I get you all riled up.
Lucy:
For the record, I’m notThatworried about your endurance.
Harris:
Oh? Should I take that as a vote of confidence?
Lucy:
Let’s say I’d be willing to test it. Strictly for science.
Harris:
Science, huh? But seriously, Lucy, tell me something. Why do you think we butt heads every time we talk?
Lucy:
Hmm, let’s see ... maybe it’s because you like pushing my buttons.
Harris:
Guilty. But you push back as hard. I like that about you.
Lucy:
