"And when he put his hand on my shoulder, that's when I thought that I was going to faint right then and there."

"So, I take it that he was your first boyfriend?"

"God, no."

"Did you have any boyfriends?"

"I thought I did. But..."

"... Tris?"

"Hmmm?"

"Tell me why this Fab guy was such an idiot."

"Well, first of all he brought me to one of those gross vegan joints. Now I'm anti-carb so who am I to judge, right?"

"Wait, you don't eat carbs?"

"Come on Miles, you've known me for how many months now?"

"Hey... what about that eclair that I bought you in Paris?"

"Uh, yeah. It was the thought that counts?"

"Now you have to make it up to me."

"Not until your family leaves. So back to my story. I was telling him about how my club was raising money for a New York trip for Fashion Week and then he started droning on about how it was so shallow."

"But... isn't that the point?"

"Exactly! Finally someone who understands."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why d'you join the basketball team this year instead of going back to Fashion Club?"

"I was trying to evolve as a human being. Obvi."

"Indulge me. Would you have tried out if I wasn't so obsessed about what my Dad wanted me to do?"

"Prob'ly not."

"Ha. Knew it all along."

"Pff, gimme a break. It's only been a couple of days since you've started seeing me as more than a friend"

"Okay, okay. You got me there. Honestly though, that's the first time anyone's ever done something like that for me."

"What would you've done if you didn't try out for basketball?"

"I would have... tagged along and followed you to that meeting."

"Really? Somehow I don't see haute couture as being your milieu."

"What are you talking about? I have excellent taste in clothing."

"Owning an endless amount of button-ups and being a bit too liberal with the colour blue does not count as having a sense of style."

"Ouch."

"But if that's what you wanna do, there are other ways to go about it."

"Ha, I'm sure my father would have a field day if his eldest went skipping off into the fashion industry. I guess I could always invest."

"In what?"

"In your clothing line, of course."

"That's just silly."

"Promise that you'll think about it."

"Fine. Tell me, what's the catch?"

"I get to name it whatever I want."

"Have you already got something in mind?"

"Of course."

"Then spill."

"Tristan."

"Hmmm?"

"No, the actual name of the clothing line is called 'Tristan'!"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Now I'm just more determined than ever. Anyway, I just heard the car pull out of the driveway."

"Really."

"And it turns out the only currency that is acceptable for a return of one uneaten French pastry happens to be kisses. Preferably of the french variety."

"You don't say. In that case, I'm more than ready to pay up."