"So you’ve never done it with anyone?"
"There’s never been a single person who’s got you excited and tingly?"
"Not in the way you’re talking about."
"So what do you do with a guy?"
"And they’re okay with that?"
"I didn’t think so. I never met a guy who was okay with just being friends or didn’t mind not going further than kissing. Sometimes I wish I could flirt with whoever I want whenever I want without it being taken as an invitation. Doesn’t have to be a guy, of course, but it’s so hard to tell with girls. Except you, and now I feel like a hypocrite for prying all the time."
"Angie, it’s alright. Calm down."
"Now I get why you’re always avoiding me. I must be so annoying."
"Of course not. How could you have known?"
"I hate that everyone expects me to be a certain way so I should have known better, but here I am, doing the same thing to you."
"Calm down, I’m not angry. Besides, it’s not really your fault. I haven’t exactly been forthcoming about a lot of things."
"Let’s make it up to each other. I’ll buy dinner, you buy the show?"
"Are you asking me out on a date? Wow, English. I think that’s the first time you volunteered to spend time with me."
"I’m sorry. I have been rather aloof, haven’t I?"
"Yeah, that’s definitely one word for it."
"Is that a no?"
"Are you kidding? After all the effort I put in getting this far? I’ll pick you up at seven."