Page 130 of The End of Me
FinnG: Hello, Piper!
PCoop: Excuse me?
FinnG: Your name is Piper.
PCoop: Is it now?
FinnG: I like your music, but it bothers me what you did with it so it could play in Relaxtune.
PCoop: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
FinnG: You can feign ignorance, but I know who you are. You’re beautiful.
PCoop: You’re confusing me with someone else.
FinnG: I thought you said purple eyes were rare and no one had them—but you do.
PCoop: You’re confusing me with someone else.
FinnG: Are we going to play games? I’m in, as long as you give me a date.
PCoop: We discussed that our relationship is strictly professional.
FinnG: It can be different.
PCoop: How did you figure out who I am?
FinnG: I was at the train station when I heard you. My business partner was there too, and we got to chatting about you.
PCoop: You and your business partner were spying on me?
PCoop: That sounds all kinds of wrong.
FinnG: It’s not what I meant. Have I mentioned we share a partner? We should share more than that, Ms. Cooperson.
PCoop: I only have one partner.
FinnG: Me too. Tall, handsome, charming… he got you a little puppy last year.
PCoop: How do you know about Halsey?
FinnG: I was there when he got it for you.
FinnG: And for the past two days, I’ve been thinking that if you like Derek as much as I do, we should try to work something out together.
PCoop: No.
FinnG: Because of the dead guy?
PCoop: He’s not dead.
FinnG: I wish someone was waiting for me the way you are, but let’s be practical. You, D, and I could have something special.
PCoop: Sex?
PCoop: I want a meaningful relationship.
FinnG: So three isn’t meaningful? Are you against that? You’re judging, but you want me to write about it, huh?
