Her: Ok, so like I don’t know the words to that song! I just rhubarb-and-watermeloned my way through it just so I can talk to you.
Him: Really? Me too.
Her: What? That’s so weird, hey. Who would’ve thought!
Her: So what happens now?
Him: I guess we can go sit outside and chat, swap numbers, that kinda thing. What can I get you to drink?
Her: Vodka tonic, double.
Her: Ok, make it a beer then.
Him: Cool, anyway, I’m [HIM].
Her: Nice to meet you. I’m [HER].
Him: Cool. My number’s [-].
Her: Great! How do you spell your name?
Him: [H-I-M], what’s yours?
Her: [-] Aw man! Fuck! My battery just died.
Him: Cool, gonna buzz you now.
Her: What? Don’t you believe me?
Him: Dude, it says “the number you have dialled is not available”
Her: That’s because my battery died, when I saved your number.
Him: Yo, if you’re gonna blow me off, just be straight about it. Don’t give me some stupid number.
Her: For crying out loud! My battery died, see.
Him: Ow! Why’d you slap me for?!
Her: You idiot! Do you seriously think I’d dance and sing my way through a Black Eyed Peas song just to give you a wrong number?
Her: Whatever. You can keep the beer.
Him: Ok, wait. Let’s try it this way.
Her: What now?
Him: Can I kiss you already?