1 ½ Months Later…
"Marron, what the hell is wrong with you? My food is touching again! Ever since you came back from that stupid reunion you've been acting strange. Is it because of that Trunks guy you were talking to all night?!"
"Eric, nothing is wrong with me, or the food for that matter. I've just been thinking about something lately. It's no big deal. Chill out."
"Eric! What was that for?" Eric had just slapped Marron across the face.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that! Now, I'm going to work and when I get home you better be acting right. Oh, and dinner better be on the table if you know what's good for you."
I can't stand that asshole. Marron walked out of the kitchen. He's such a --
Marron's cell phone began to ring.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hi Marron."
"Trunks! You don't know how good it is to hear your voice."
"It's nice to hear yours too. Hey, I was wondering if you would like to go out for brunch with me."
"Sure. That would be great. Wait, are we going someplace casual or classy? I don't want to under dress."
"It's a little bit of both. Is that okay with you?"
"It's fine."
"Okay. So I'll see you in about an hour?"
"Most definitely. Later."
"See ya, Mar."