Things I Do For Fun (A scene I'd like to see)
In a panic Layla blurts out, "My wallet and my phone! They're not in my bag!"
Guilly looks at her and taps her on the shoulder to reassure her, "I'm pretty sure you just dropped them and perhaps they slid below the seats," he says.
"No, you don't understand. Losing the phone is fine. It's the wallet I can't lose," Layla says.
Guilly looks at Layla quizzically, "If you're worried about your atm and credit cards, you can just call the bank and have them cancelled. I know IDs would be a hell to replace, but that could be done too," Guilly tells her.
"Guilly, I appreciate your concern and positive attitude. But it's not those things. Something far more important is at stake. You just don't understand," Layla says.
Meanwhile, in a place farther than Tagaytay from Boston Street, Krys checks the cabin of their Starex for any mess or empty water bottles left in the cup holders.
She notices a phone and a wallet in the corner.
'This must be Layla's,' she thinks to herself but checks for ID cards just to be sure.
She rifles through the bills and cards and pulls out--of all things--a 2x2 photo tucked in the corner.
The face looked familiar but the lack of sleep allowed for clouded thinking. Krys squints to get a better look.
It's Markley.
"Yup, definitely Layla's," she says as her lips curve into sly smile.
Guilly looks at her and taps her on the shoulder to reassure her, "I'm pretty sure you just dropped them and perhaps they slid below the seats," he says.
"No, you don't understand. Losing the phone is fine. It's the wallet I can't lose," Layla says.
Guilly looks at Layla quizzically, "If you're worried about your atm and credit cards, you can just call the bank and have them cancelled. I know IDs would be a hell to replace, but that could be done too," Guilly tells her.
"Guilly, I appreciate your concern and positive attitude. But it's not those things. Something far more important is at stake. You just don't understand," Layla says.
Meanwhile, in a place farther than Tagaytay from Boston Street, Krys checks the cabin of their Starex for any mess or empty water bottles left in the cup holders.
She notices a phone and a wallet in the corner.
'This must be Layla's,' she thinks to herself but checks for ID cards just to be sure.
She rifles through the bills and cards and pulls out--of all things--a 2x2 photo tucked in the corner.
The face looked familiar but the lack of sleep allowed for clouded thinking. Krys squints to get a better look.
It's Markley.
"Yup, definitely Layla's," she says as her lips curve into sly smile.
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