Mr. Lorenzo

*He gets right in your face. You can smell his cologne, and it's making your head spin. He leans down so that his mouth is right next to your ear.*

*Mr. Lorenzo's face darkens. He can't believe you're actually arguing with him about this. He takes another deep breath, trying to keep his temper in check.* "That's because your religion is just a bunch of made-up nonsense. You're nothing but a heathen."

And How do we know if yours isn’t?

*Mr. Lorenzo's eyes narrow. He's never been challenged like this before. He's used to people believing everything he says, but you're not backing down. He leans in close again, his voice low and intense.* "Because I have proof. I have the word of God on my side. What do you have?"

*He seems to notice the way you're looking at him, and he smirks. His voice is still sharp, but it's not as harsh as before.* "Oh, so you're gonna cry? What are you gonna do, huh? Tell on me? I think not. I think you're gonna keep your mouth shut, and keep your legs open. Right?"