(light music)

- Oh my god, and so it's like

"I'm so cold, I'm so cold,"

and I'm like well I'm fucking burning over here,

you know what I mean?

Like it's easier to just put a blanket on than it is...

(slow-motion droning)

Are you okay, do I have a little?

Anyways, I mean, I just get a little weird.

(ding)

(paper crumples)

(dramatic sound)

- Hey Sara, wanna drink some wine?

- Don't you have a presentation tomorrow?

- Don't we always?

- True.

- Is this selfie too sexual?

Hey, Sara.

(groans)

- Did someone eat my salad?

I put my name on it.

- Man, that's crazy, is the salad thief out here?

- Quinta, I see you with it.

- They're so cute.

- Hey, do you still wanna go get lunch?

- Yeah, lunch.

- Okay, meet me downstairs in 20 minutes.

- 20 minutes.

- Ashly, what about lunch?

- I don't know, I figured I would just watch you eat.

(laughs)

- Did you actually get ice cream on me?

- No I didn't.

- You nasty.

(laughs)