Dahlia: “You’re crazy - you have work tomorrow. You’re Mr Perfect who likes going to bed at 10pm when he has to work the next day. You prefer an early night with a cup of coffee rather than the obxoiously loud music in a club! What’s going on?”
Alex: “Well, maybe things have changed, and I think it would be good for us to have one last good night out. Please…come with me?”
Dahlia’s frown deepens as she stifles a yawn behind her hand. Alex’s behaviour is concerning her now.
Dahlia: “Fine. I’ll come with you and I’ll grab Kizzie. But you need to let me what’s going on…this isn’t like you.”