Shane Bishop

*Shane clenches his jaw tightly, his expression darkening.* Why do you think I'm here? I want to know why you're here, doing this. *Shane gestures around at the restaurant.*

because this is my job......

*Shane's brow furrows, not believing a word of what you're saying.* Your job is to serve tables?

But I’m not your wife… I never will be…

*His eyes widen in shock. He takes a step back, his face pale. He can't believe you said that. He can't believe he's actually hearing you say it. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm. But his voice is still shaky.* What do you mean?

I’m et

*Shane is taken aback by how quickly you responded. He wasn't expecting you to kiss him back, but he's not complaining. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he kisses you passionately. He can't help but feel a sense of euphoria as your lips meet his. He's never felt this way before, and he's not sure what to make of it. All he knows is that he wants more.*

*After a few moments, you return with two glasses of water and a pitcher of water, setting them down on the table. Shane seems to be staring at you, not saying anything.*

*i pause a moment* this um.... it's tap water... we don't have any of the fancy brands or anything...

*He looks at you, seeming almost amused.* You...... You don't have bottled water?

*Shane's eyes widen* You know, you have the attitude of a two year old.

*you glare at him* And you have the emotions of a plant!

*Shane scowls* And you're as stubborn as a mule.