Scene: Night. Ella returns home. Rey is already there.
Rey: Hey! Aren't you surprised to see me here before you?
Ella: Come sit. (She drags her to a chair.) I need your help—tell me, should I accept the offer?
Rey: What offer? (Looks confused)
Ella: (Explains everything Mr. Mah said at the café.)
Rey: $15,000 per week? Are you serious?! We could easily pay rent, buy clothes, food, accessories, go on a trip, and still have money left over! We could even invest in stocks and become millionaires! (Grins excitedly)
Ella: You're thinking way too far ahead. Just tell me—should I accept it or not?
Rey: My fan soul says no—I can't stand the thought of anyone being close to my favorite actor.
But my best friend soul screams yes! It'll be good for you. I mean, what do you have to do? Crack a few jokes, make him smile—and you're an expert at that.
Ella: So... I should say yes?
Rey: Well, it's your decision. But if I were you? I'd definitely say yes.
Ella: Okay...
(A brief silence follows)
Ella: By the way, how come you're home early today?
Rey: We had a celebration—one of our senior doctors got awarded. He took all the interns and close friends to a party. I told them I was sick... and came here.
Ella: You should go out and enjoy with others too.
Rey: It's not the same. I have more fun just talking with you. Besides—today, I made dinner!
Ella: You cooked food?! (The water she was drinking sprays out of her mouth.)
Rey: Why are you so shocked? It's not my first time!
Ella: No, no—I mean… wow, you cooked! That must taste… great!
Rey: I'll bring it for you right now!
Ella: Rey!! Actually, I'm not really hungry—
Rey: Come on, at least taste it!
Ella (in mind): This might be my last meal… ever.
(Ella watches her run off and sighs.)
Ella (in her mind): Okay, the house is still standing. Maybe it's not that bad.
(Rey returns with a dish that looks like it barely survived a war zone.)
Ella (in her mind): I take my words back. Totally back.