Conversation at a Bar
Deb is at a bar with friends in NYC. Random Guy approaches her.
Random Guy: Hey, I’m sorry I never called you.
Deb: Excuse me?
Random Guy: I’m sorry I never called you.
Deb: Oh, um. You must be confusing me with someone else. I’ve never met you.
Random Guy: Good, cause I didn’t want to call that girl anyway but I’d love to call you.
Deb: Huh?
Random Guy: Can I get your number?
Deb: Oh. Um.
Random Guy: Sorry, I was using a line on you. Did it work?
Deb: Not really, sorry.
Random Guy: Hmmm. Why not?
Deb: Really?
Random Guy: Yeah.
Deb: Well, first, you pretend to confuse me for some other girl. And then, you admit to never calling this girl, even though you supposedly asked for her number.
Random Guy: Right.
Deb: Right.
Random Guy: So?
Deb: So, no.
Random Guy: Really?
Deb looks around the bar checking out the Randoms.
Deb: Um, well, actually, okay.
