#he lives in one of the house/flats above the row of shops tilda works at

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Transcript:

Victoria: You’re like a boring old man, Trissy; you never come out anymore. Tristen: You know why I don’t. Victoria: Tch, aren’t you over that yet?

[Tristen pauses, clearly dumbfounded that anyone would even ask that kind of question] Victoria: You could at least take me to this stupid wedding, I bought a new outfit. Tristen: I told you not to, I don’t get a plus one-.. besides, you don’t even know them; I’m barely gonna know anyone there either.

Victoria: So, take me! Or, come out with us instead. Tristen: We’ll do something when I get back-.. or the day after, I promise. Victoria: [huffs] If you don’t wanna be seen with me, you could just say so.

Tristen: [sighs] That’s not what I-.. Vicky, wait! Victoria: Whatever, I-… [Matilda surreptitiously slides her boot toward Victoria as she storms off, successfully causing her to stumble]

Victoria: Jesus, watch where you’re putting those ridiculous boots! Matilda: My bad. Victoria: Stupid bitch-.. why don’t you buy some proper shoes, huh?

Matilda: Are those platform flip-flops? Victoria: Pfft. Matilda: Nice retort.

Tristen: You shouldn’t have done that. Matilda: I can handle moody twats-.. y’know, since I am one. Tristen: That’s.. not what I meant.

Matilda: Hm, ‘cause you’ll get it in the neck later? Tristen: [shrugs] I hope you didn’t want anything; I’ve already cleaned the machines n’ stuff. Matilda: Are you closing up?

Tristen: I’m trying to. Matilda: Do you need a hand? Tristen: It’s fine, I’m just waiting for those two-…

Matilda: Yeah, that’s what I was getting at. [Tristen visibly cringes as Matilda loudly claps her hands together, shooing the loitering customers] Matilda: C’mon losers, closing time! Beat it!

…

Tristen: You don’t have to; I’ll just ride my bike. Matilda: In a suit? Oscar would kill me if I made you cycle to his wedding. Tristen: That’s probably true-.. alright, thanks.

Matilda: I didn’t know you lived back here-.. makes sense. Tristen: See? Not a creepy stalker. Matilda: I mean, you still could be.

Tristen: Well, I’m not. Matilda: You know I’m just fucking with you, right? I don’t actually think that. Tristen: I kinda thought you meant it…

Matilda: Eh, I say and do a lotta shit I don’t really mean. I’m working on it. Tristen: Good luck with that-.. not sarcasm, sorry. Matilda: [snorts] Be ready at twelve.