- Oh, shit! - I say with frustration. - That was all my fault!
I swear with my fists closed.
- What are you doing here? - ...she's wondering how exhausted she is.
- Somebody told me she had the flu, so I brought soup and a dose of good humor.
Brooke turns his eyes and turns to Jane, who faces her with a yellow smile.
- Jane?
She sighs shrugging her shoulders in a defensive gesture, so she made a face lifting her hands.
- Don't look at me! - says she stepping forward and opening the package. - You told me to run out and that's what I did. It's not my fault he's too fast.
Jane takes one of the soup pots and opens it. She drives the couch and I face Brooke, who sighs.
- Who was on the phone? - I ask. - You seemed upset.
- My mother. - she responds by taking me seriously and keeping her arms crossed. - What are you doing here?
I step forward, keeping my expression serious.
- Why didn't you tell me that Tiffany threatened you?
- It wasn't a thing that would be any of your business. - she says, looking at Jane who raises her eyebrows, but she won't let go of the soup.
I approach her, putting my hand on her chin and turning from side to side.
- It's my business when people get hit for being close to me.
Brooke sighs, taking a defensive stance.
- Thank you for the soup and your concern, but I don't like being pitied.
Rosno squeezing his fists on the sides of his body.
- All right! All right! I'm an asshole! - I mean, shaking my arms. - What can I do about it?
- Nothing! - she says and looks at Jane. - Jane, stop eating and return that soup now! Mr. Taylor's on his way out.
Jane, who was watching our crash, mumbles by giving another bite to the food.
- Why is that? He can leave if he wants, but I don't have to return the soup. - she says indignant. - That's delicious, it's free, and I'm starving to death. Be grateful and eat you, too.
Brooke frowned on.
- Hey, come here! Shouldn't you be stuck in one of the fraternities? - Brooke asks sarcastically. - Maybe they have food there!
Jane looks at Brooke with disdain, and points a finger in her direction.
- I'm very flattered that you thank me for worrying about your health. - she says with disdain. - I haven't been to a party in days, and this is how you thank me? For being a concerned and dedicated friend?
Brooke lets out a laugh and runs his hands over his face. She was convinced that there would be no possibility of stopping Jane from eating when she sat on her back on the chair, ignoring Brooke. Turning on the TV, Jane puts it on the cartoon channel making me laugh. Taking a deep breath, I go over to the counter and pick up the paper bag. I'll take the other bowl of soup and deposit it in front of Brooke.
- I'm sorry about that night! I promise I'll be more responsible and take things more seriously. - I say sighing. - I was worried you weren't returning my calls. I swear I really forgot about our appointment, so I didn't take the calls.
I'll take a break.
- I will try to reconcile our commitment with my social life.
Brooke smiles at me.
- I hope so, Don Juan!
I'll let out a laugh.
- You know what? You're the only one who didn't hit on me!
- It's because I have good taste, Taylor! - she says shrugging her shoulders.
I smile in a debauched way.
- She was also the first to want my welfare.
Brooke laughs.
- Only because I need you to achieve my goals.
I approach her, reach out and put a stir of her disheveled hair behind her ear.
- That's good to know! - I whisper. She holds her breath while staring at me and swallows it dry. - Because I need you, too.
We were staring at each other for a few moments, until I decided to break the climate that was formed without my understanding the reason.
- A peace offering? - I ask, pushing the pot towards Brooke, who looks at me sighing.
- All right! All right!
Brooke grabs the soup pot and smiles at me.
- You know what? We might as well try to be friends! - she says by putting a spoonful in her mouth and shrugging her shoulders. - I believe it would greatly facilitate the research process. Of course I'm doing this for the
