"I have something to say. Three words, eight letters. I...got food." For nightcrawler?
“Date night’s going swell, so far, Wagner.” You comment, sliding down on the couch and ignoring some suffering comedian. The phone is propped up between your shoulder and your ear, and you wiggle your arm to get it so it’s not flat against your eat. “I mean, aside from the fact that you aren’t here. I’ve watched, like, four seasons of The Vampire Diaries- it’s like the goddamn Harry Potter series, they just keep marathoning it.”