Stan and Nyla

'Hi, Stan.'

'Hey, baby. How're you?'

'Yeah, I'm okay. You?'

'Not bad, not bad. Pretty good day at the store. So, what'd you wanna do? Go out, stay in...?'

'I feel like staying in and just ordering food, to be honest. Nice evening in. Make the most of a child free house.'

'I like the sound of that.'

'Me too... Sit down, I'll bring you a drink.'

'Oh, thanks!'

'So...'

'...There's something on my mind. I need to tell you about something that happened a few weeks back.'

'Yeah?'

'When Roxxi left Julius here so she could go to Isla Paradiso, Tate had to come and pick him up.'

'...What'd he do?'

'...He hit on me.'

'Oh, for fuck's sake. You know what? That don't surprise me. You're good lookin' and the stupid asshole can't keep his hands to himself. What happened?'

'Well I told him no, obviously...'

'Hey, I wasn't questionin' that. Shit, you've got actual taste.'

'...Do I?'

'Aw man, am I that bad?'

'No! I wasn't talking about you. You know who I mean.'

'Sorry... but of course, I didn't expect you to say yes to a creep like him. How'd he take it?'

'Not well. He accused me of leading him on with the way I dressed...'

'...That fuckin' dick!'

'I told him, it's how I always dress... I didn't make an effort specifically for him!'

'He's such a fuckin' narcissist he thinks everythin's done for him. Ugh. He didn't try to pressure you, did he?'

'No, he left it alone... after saying that "no woman dresses like that unless she wants a man's attention".'

'Oh, please. What does he think lesbians do? And fuck, who'd want his attention? Only thing women want from him is access to his fuckin' wallet.'

'I don't know... but I was pretty upset by it.'

'Hey, take no notice of his bullshit. He's talkin' outta his asshole. Who does he think he is? You dress how you want, ain't nothin' to do with him or anyone else, for that matter.'

'You don't think I'm stupid, do you? I know, I'm a nearly forty-year-old mum... Maybe I should cover up more. Maybe it's embarrassing.'

'No, it ain't. You're fuckin' sexy, alright? Who cares how old you are? As long as you ain't flashin' no-one, you're fine.'

'I always had to cover up with Austin... if I showed off too much skin, he'd accuse me of wanting to do it for other men. He couldn't get past this idea of me cheating... hell, if we were out at a restaurant and I smiled at a waiter too much, he thought I wanted to fuck him... I just stopped wearing anything that could be seen as revealing in the end. It was easier.'

'Oh man, I'm really sorry.'

'I always had to look good for him, though. If I didn't, he'd say I was being frigid and boring. I couldn't fucking win.'

'He's a cunt. Things're different now. You know I'll never act like that, right? I'd never try to control you.'

'I know. Being with you is a breath of fresh air. I feel a lot better...'

'Good. I... I think a hell of a lot of you, y'know? Shit, you know what? I fuckin' love you.'

'Aww... I love you too.'

'Glad to hear it. Sorry, that could've been a lot more romantic...'

'Forget it. Hearing it is enough for me. Because I know you mean it...'

'I'm happy 'cause you gave me a chance. I ain't got a great past and you coulda easily decided you don't want nothin' to do with an ex-con.'

'You've changed, though. If I thought you were still like that, I wouldn't have been interested... but you're a good person. And I wouldn't let someone unsuitable near my daughter.'

'Yeah. She's a great kid.'

'Thanks. She likes you a lot. I think we'd both know if she didn't!'

'I bet! You know I ain't father material but I don't mind bein' there for her. 'Sall good.'