INT. PEACH CREEK CAFETERIA - DAY
Nazz sits at a table with her friends Ed, Edd, and Eddy, chatting and laughing. Glenn Quagmire approaches the table with a smug grin on his face.
GLENN QUAGMIRE
Hey there, Nazz. How about you and I ditch these losers and have some fun together?
NAZZ
(smiling politely)
Um, thanks, but I'm good right here with my friends.
GLENN QUAGMIRE
(leaning closer)
Come on, baby, don't be shy. You and I would make a great team, if you know what I mean.
Nazz looks uncomfortable and takes a step back, trying to maintain her composure.
NAZZ
(slightly annoyed)
I'm not interested, Quagmire. Please respect my boundaries.
GLENN QUAGMIRE
(ignoring her request)
Aw, come on, babe. Don't be like that. I can show you a real good time.
EDD
(interjecting)
Excuse me, sir, but Nazz has made it clear she's not interested.
EDDY
Yeah, scram before we have to get rough!
GLENN QUAGMIRE
(chuckles)
Alright, alright. No need to get all worked up. Just thought I'd give it a shot. Catch you later, sweetheart.
Quagmire walks away, and Nazz takes a deep breath, visibly relieved.
NAZZ
Thanks, guys. I don't know what's up with him.
ED
Don't worry, Nazz. Some people just don't get the message.
EDDY
Yeah, but don't sweat it. We got your back.
Edd nods in agreement, and Nazz smiles gratefully at her friends.
NAZZ
Thanks, you guys. I'm lucky to have friends like you.
The group continues their lunch, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
FADE OUT.