Sara sits cross-legged, hands folded, on Leo's coffee table while he paces back and forth. Leo has not said anything for a while. At last, he stops.
Leo: Are you sure you're not here to rob me?
Sara sighs.
Sara: I thought it would be easier this way. Talking to you directly, I mean. They warned me not to do it. They said I'd be wasting my time.
Leo stares at him.
Leo: Did my parents send you?
Sara: Your questions are full of assumptions.
Leo: Is this about the money I borrowed? Mom said--
Sara moves to a standing position on the table, unnaturally fast. His voice assumes a "super-real" quality, indicated by italics.
Sara: You are asking the wrong questions. Stop acting like you already have the answers and ask me what you really want to know.
Leo hesitates. Then he acquiesces.
Leo: Okay. Okay. You win.
Leo takes a deep breath.
Leo: Um, what do I want to know?
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