Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the idea for this story. I only borrowed the characters.
"Why didn't you shoot him?"
Carol and Therese were sitting in a theater in New York, waiting for the play to begin.
"And then? What then?" Therese realized she just asked Carol something rather random because it was September and the road trip was months ago. "Would you visit me in prison regularly? Because I'm sure we wouldn't have handled this Bonnie and Clyde situation very well."
"Who would I be?"
"What do you mean?" Carol frowned.
"Would I be Bonnie or Clyde? Can I be Clyde because I'm not pretty enough to be Bonnie."
Carol leaned in and her lips almost touched Therese's ear: "Oh, that is not true and you know that." Therese blushed.
"You really don't have to do this, Carol. This play will probably bore you. We can leave if you want to."
"Even if this play will bore me I can finally see the sets you've been working on for the past months."
Therese played with the cloth of her skirt. She was extremely nervous. Will Carol like her sets? Will she be disappointed?
Carol reached over to Therese and squeezed her hand reassuringly: "It's going to be great. Don't worry, darling."