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*Minho and Wendi are in a nice empty restaurant. The lighting is dimmed and there is a candle with flowers on the table they are seated at. Minho is wearing a neck brace and arm cast. Wendi is wearing a floral dress. Minho stares at his plate of food.*
Wendi: Are you not going to eat?
Minho: ...
Wendi: ... You need to eat.
Minho: ...
Wendi: Come on, it’s your favourite! Pizza with chicken, ham, pepperoni and bacon.
Minho: ...
Wendi: What was the point in you bringing me here if you aren’t going to eat, or talk?
Minho: ... It’s Valentine’s Day.
Wendi: That was yesterday.
Minho: We’re Asian. We celebrate it the next day.
Wendi: That’s... Not a thing...
*Minho strains to turn and look around the empty restaurant.*
Minho: Well, that explains why this place is empty. Isn’t that better though, no annoying people?
Wendi: I guess...
*Wendi continues eating her food. Minho tries to grab a slice of his pizza but quickly remembers his arm is in a cast and sulks.*
Wendi: Use your left arm.
Minho: You use your left arm...
Wendi: Hey, if you’re going to be snappy then we can just leave? Is that what you want?
Minho: ... No... I want you to enjoy your meal.
Wendi: Thank you. Now eat.
*Minho lifts up a slice of pizza with his left hand and begins to eat with the most unamused look he could possibly have on his face.*
Wendi: ... Why don’t you take the cast off? Your arm can’t be that hurt. In your match Luis hardly hit your arm.
Minho: Someone stomped on my arm! I don’t know if it was him, or one of the thug squad that attacked me, but it hurts.
Wendi: Enough for you to wear a cast?
Minho: Yes! And that’s why I’m not wrestling this week. What’s your excuse?
Wendi: ... I’m just not feeling up to it.
Minho: Why? You held your own in the two matches you’ve had. You even won one of them. What’s the problem?
Wendi: These women are tough. It just isn’t what I was expecting. I need more training. Maybe I should change my name... Wendilina sound’s good...
Minho: Don’t be silly. That’s stupid and will never work. You can never have enough training though, but what if you had a match next week? Isn’t Vanessa still champion? If Luis is champion, she can’t also be champion. Take it from her.
Wendi: I have no problem with Vanessa. She seems nice.
Minho: She seems nice? What, is she your friend now?
Wendi: We talk from time to time, yeah.
Minho: How could you betray me like this? She’s with Alvarado!
Wendi: Yeah, and she thinks this little rivalry of yours is just as stupid as I do.
*Minho audibly gasps.*
Minho: How could you!
Wendi: He’s better than you, and that’s fine. There was always going to be someone. You haven’t been wrestling as long as him. It’s ok.
Minho: No! I refuse! Anyone but him. Have you not seen the things he’s done to be over the weeks?
Wendi: I don’t think he’s really done anything wrong. He’s been booked into these situations just like you, and if anything, you’ve been the bully.
Minho: A bully! These are bold claims, Wendi! Explain!
Wendi: Well... In the tag match you had, he tried to break up the pin at the end, he just wasn’t quick enough.
Minho: I would’ve been quick enough!
Wendi: The singing competition he just didn’t show up, so didn’t do anything wrong there.
Minho: The coward...
Wendi: In the dance-off, he was voted the winner. That’s not his fault.
Minho: He was terrible! And technically that was your fault.
Wendi: And then, you got him disqualified in a match you had nothing to do with. That was unprovoked!
Minho: He had it coming!
Wendi: He really didn’t. If anything, he has reason not to like you. You’re just being salty...
Minho: Salty! You think I’m being...
*Minho stares at Wendi open mouthed.*
Minho: This is salty...
*Minho grabs the salt shaker and tries to unscrew the top with one hand.*
Wendi: Don’t do it...
*Minho manages to unscrew the top and pours the salt onto his pizza, still staring straight at Wendi.*
Wendi: ... You did it...
*Minho stands up and walks to the door of the restaurant.*
Wendi: Where are you going?
Minho: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Wendi: It was YESTERDAY!
*Minho slams the door behind himself. Wendi sighs and continues eating on her own. The camera fades to black.*
Wendi: Are you not going to eat?
Minho: ...
Wendi: ... You need to eat.
Minho: ...
Wendi: Come on, it’s your favourite! Pizza with chicken, ham, pepperoni and bacon.
Minho: ...
Wendi: What was the point in you bringing me here if you aren’t going to eat, or talk?
Minho: ... It’s Valentine’s Day.
Wendi: That was yesterday.
Minho: We’re Asian. We celebrate it the next day.
Wendi: That’s... Not a thing...
*Minho strains to turn and look around the empty restaurant.*
Minho: Well, that explains why this place is empty. Isn’t that better though, no annoying people?
Wendi: I guess...
*Wendi continues eating her food. Minho tries to grab a slice of his pizza but quickly remembers his arm is in a cast and sulks.*
Wendi: Use your left arm.
Minho: You use your left arm...
Wendi: Hey, if you’re going to be snappy then we can just leave? Is that what you want?
Minho: ... No... I want you to enjoy your meal.
Wendi: Thank you. Now eat.
*Minho lifts up a slice of pizza with his left hand and begins to eat with the most unamused look he could possibly have on his face.*
Wendi: ... Why don’t you take the cast off? Your arm can’t be that hurt. In your match Luis hardly hit your arm.
Minho: Someone stomped on my arm! I don’t know if it was him, or one of the thug squad that attacked me, but it hurts.
Wendi: Enough for you to wear a cast?
Minho: Yes! And that’s why I’m not wrestling this week. What’s your excuse?
Wendi: ... I’m just not feeling up to it.
Minho: Why? You held your own in the two matches you’ve had. You even won one of them. What’s the problem?
Wendi: These women are tough. It just isn’t what I was expecting. I need more training. Maybe I should change my name... Wendilina sound’s good...
Minho: Don’t be silly. That’s stupid and will never work. You can never have enough training though, but what if you had a match next week? Isn’t Vanessa still champion? If Luis is champion, she can’t also be champion. Take it from her.
Wendi: I have no problem with Vanessa. She seems nice.
Minho: She seems nice? What, is she your friend now?
Wendi: We talk from time to time, yeah.
Minho: How could you betray me like this? She’s with Alvarado!
Wendi: Yeah, and she thinks this little rivalry of yours is just as stupid as I do.
*Minho audibly gasps.*
Minho: How could you!
Wendi: He’s better than you, and that’s fine. There was always going to be someone. You haven’t been wrestling as long as him. It’s ok.
Minho: No! I refuse! Anyone but him. Have you not seen the things he’s done to be over the weeks?
Wendi: I don’t think he’s really done anything wrong. He’s been booked into these situations just like you, and if anything, you’ve been the bully.
Minho: A bully! These are bold claims, Wendi! Explain!
Wendi: Well... In the tag match you had, he tried to break up the pin at the end, he just wasn’t quick enough.
Minho: I would’ve been quick enough!
Wendi: The singing competition he just didn’t show up, so didn’t do anything wrong there.
Minho: The coward...
Wendi: In the dance-off, he was voted the winner. That’s not his fault.
Minho: He was terrible! And technically that was your fault.
Wendi: And then, you got him disqualified in a match you had nothing to do with. That was unprovoked!
Minho: He had it coming!
Wendi: He really didn’t. If anything, he has reason not to like you. You’re just being salty...
Minho: Salty! You think I’m being...
*Minho stares at Wendi open mouthed.*
Minho: This is salty...
*Minho grabs the salt shaker and tries to unscrew the top with one hand.*
Wendi: Don’t do it...
*Minho manages to unscrew the top and pours the salt onto his pizza, still staring straight at Wendi.*
Wendi: ... You did it...
*Minho stands up and walks to the door of the restaurant.*
Wendi: Where are you going?
Minho: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Wendi: It was YESTERDAY!
*Minho slams the door behind himself. Wendi sighs and continues eating on her own. The camera fades to black.*
