Poppy: Where?
Turner: Everywhere.
Poppy: Well that’s interesting. Wanna hear a confession: I had a dream about you last night, too.
Turner: What kind of dream?
Poppy: A dirty one.
Turner: Knock it off.
Poppy: I’m serious. Probably way dirtier than yours.
Turner: Why, what were we doing in your dream?
Poppy: Getting naked.
Turner: I’m listening….
Poppy: LOL
Turner: Be specific…
Poppy: You’re my roommate. I don’t want to make it weird.
Turner: I’m not your roommate. I’m a stranger you matched with on a dating app.
Poppy: Okay… stranger. You were on top of me.
Turner: Where?
Poppy: My bed, your bed—a bed. Doesn’t matter which.
Turner: And?
Poppy: And you were kissing me. Rough.
Turner: Is that how you like it? Rough?
Poppy: Sometimes. It depends on the mood, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, so I’m only basing this on assumptions LOL.
Turner: Same.
Poppy: You liar.
Turner: Lying about the fact I haven’t had sex in a long time? I couldn’t tell you how long it’s been. A year? Maybe longer.
Poppy: SHUT UP.
Turner: My mouth to god’s ears…
Poppy: I think you’re full of shit.
Turner: Why??
Poppy: Because no one who looks like you IS NOT having sex.
Turner: Honestly? I can’t get hard if I don’t find someone intellectually stimulating.
